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Have Faith... Ch. 02

By: Manofthehillpeople



Hello everyone, hope you like part 2 here. Some of you may not like the turn in this part near the end of the story, but I just had an inspiration and went with it. This is how I write all of my stories. They usually end up fairly different then when I first envisioned them. I hope you like it and remember...it's only a story, a fictional one at that. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 

Monica stood in the kitchen finishing up the cleaning, the tears having stopped a little while ago. She couldn't understand why her family didn't want her to embrace the Lord God. They didn't understand that he had saved her from walking down a path of sex and sin. Why couldn't they see she tried to live with God, and that she needed him in her life. But Monica also knew she needed her husband and her girls. She was doing it for them....not for herself. She had too; God was helping her to be strong from temptation. But Monica also saw because of her devotion to God, she was losing her family, when she so desperately needed them, just as much as she needed the Lord. Monica decided she needed guidance on what to do...she decided she needed to talk to Father Granger at her church. Maybe he could help her gain guidance through the Lord. Besides, Monica had a feeling her family didn't want to see much of her today.

Monica went into her room, showered and dressed. She didn't see any of her family; they must all be in their rooms, she thought. Monica decided to leave her family a note, saying she had gone to church and she would be back in a few hours. Monica walked to the front door and left the house, taking one of the cars. As she pulled into the street, she looked over her house, and prayed to God that they would soon be a family again. She then drove off down the street.

A while latter John came out of the bedroom, still feeling sad but knowing he couldn't hide in there all day. As he walked down the hall he heard the girls laughing about something in Cassidy's room. He smiled, thinking that some of his family was happy at least for awhile. He continued into the living room and into the kitchen, where he found Monica's note and quickly read it. John stood there for a minute, then balled up the note and threw it into the trash.

"She couldn't even stay away from her church long enough to try and talk about what had happened earlier." John said aloud, feeling angry and sad at the same time. He had no idea how to try and convince his wife that their family meant more then church, God, or her charity work. John wondered if he should truly consider divorce. He was fairly miserable in the marriage, and the girls were now over 18...so the issue of custody was no longer a issue. If they wanted to stay with Monica or go with him if he left, that was their choice. But John still didn't want to split his family. All of them now slept under one roof, and that's how he liked it. He had never even liked the idea of his girls growing up and moving away, even when they were little.

John sighed, and decided little he could do about anything now; his wife was gone and would be for some while, so talking was out of the question. He decided to shut himself into his study and download some music or something. John walked over to his study door and entered in, and closed the door.

Cassidy and Cynthia remained in Cassidy's room for sometime. Cynthia refused to tell her sister her plan at first, saying she wasn't done thinking yet. So the two of them sat in Cassidy's room and watched the TV she had in her room. They had watched some comedy show on the comedy network, until it was over with, then Cassidy again became frustrated and wanted to know what was going on behind Cynthia's head.

"Come on Cindy...out with it, I'm dying here, waiting for this grand plan of yours." Cassidy said, needing to know her sisters plan.

"Ok, ok Cas. I'm not finished I don't think, maybe you can throw some stuff in. Ok, daddy more then likely stays in his study and jerks off when everyone's asleep. I think we should make sure he can't finish once he gets started." Cynthia said as she looked at her sister.

"What does that mean Cindy, we knock on his door and tell him to stop getting off or else. I don't think he would like that much." Cassidy said, not thinking much of her sisters plan.

"No, not like that Cas, but we do interrupt him while he's doing it. It has to be after mom is asleep, and then we come up with excuses why we need to disturb him in his study. Hopefully well catch him after he has started...you know...jerking it, then we interrupt him, and keep doing it until he has to go to bed." Cynthia said feeling proud of herself for coming up with such a good plan. Cassidy had another opinion of it.

"Cynthia, I can tell you don't know guys very well. Even if he can't finish in the study, if he's really worked up he will just wait until he gets to bed then finish there. Well...unless he was no longer turned on, or turned off somehow." Cassidy said, just thinking to herself out loud. But Cynthia got an idea.

"Hey...I know something that would turn daddy off....mother. If she caught daddy in there....jacking his thingy then she would be mad as hell. That would make daddy forget about finishing." Cynthia said to her sister. Cassidy looked thoughtful, throwing the idea in her head.

"Maybe, but it might come out to dad that we told mom he was doing it...they both would be mad at us." Cassidy pointed out to her sister. 

"We could try and get mom in there without telling her, but how?" Cynthia said looking at her sister.

"Well you know, we'll have to interrupt him at least a few times for him to give up trying maybe, we can try and use all the ideas. We just have to be careful and not make dad think we're up to anything....or mom either." Cassidy said. She then noticed the time and wondered if her parents had made any plans for later today. "Hey Cindy we better go and see if mom or dad want to do anything today, we've been in here a long time." Cassidy said pointing at the clock in her room.

"Well we can talk more later about how to go about "seducing " daddy, later I guess." Cynthia said smiling at her sister. Cassidy grinned and eagerly shook her head. They both got up from the bed and Cassidy opened the door.

"Besides I'm hungry now....I threw up everything I had in my stomach." Cassidy said looking back at her sister. Cynthia shook her head in agreement, but was thinking she wouldn't mind Cassidy eating something else...but was too shy to tell her sister. So Cynthia just followed her sister out of the door.

When Cassidy got into the kitchen it was empty. Cassidy opened the fridge and bent over, hunting for possible leftovers. Cynthia leaned against the counter and waited for her sister to finish. She then noticed Cassidy's butt, being stuck up in the air as it was and couldn't help but star at it. Cassidy was more voluptuous then Cynthia's more compact body and Cynthia was fascinated by it. She had a urge to rub her hand across it, but was much to shy for that. She still felt uncomfortable speaking dirty words and describing sexual things. Soon Cassidy rose back up with a plate of spaghetti from two nights ago. 

"Want any?" Cassidy asked her sister holding the bowl up. Cynthia shook her head no, and Cassidy placed the bowl in the microwave and began heating it up. Cassidy was feeling a weird vibe from her sister but wasn't sure why. "You ok sis...you seem a bit distant the past few minutes." Cassidy asked her sister and laid her hand on Cynthia shoulder. Cynthia jumped slightly at the contact, causing Cassidy to stare at her.

"I'm just thinking is all, mind is wondering." Cynthia said as she looked at her sister and tried smile. 

"After I eat, we'll ask dad if they have any plans ok." Cassidy said sitting at the table with her leftover plate and a glass of soda. Cynthia shook her head, and sat down with her sister, but only having soda. Cassidy quickly ate and neither of them spoke. Cassidy still thought something was bothering Cynthia but didn't want to drag it out of her. After they finished up and cleaned up, they went looking for their parents. After a quick look in their bedroom, family room and the spare bedroom, they looked at each other.

"Where can they be?" Cynthia said to her sister. Cassidy shrugged her shoulders, and then had a thought.

"Lets check...maybe they went someplace in one of the cars." Cassidy said as she went to the living room window and looked out. She saw that mom's car was missing from her spot and assumed that they had gone somewhere. "Moms car is gone...I bet they went somewhere, but its weird they didn't tell us or anything." Cassidy said, wondering where they both went too. 

"I don't know but I guess we have the house to ourselves then" Cynthia said looking at her sister. 

"Hey I got an idea, lets go check out dads computer, you said he was looking at porn last night...he probably has some on his computer. You feel like checking?" Cassidy said as she gave Cynthia a big smile. Cynthia frowned at her sister, now a bit worried...they didn't know how long their parents would be.

"They could come back at any time....we don't know where they went Cas." Cynthia said to her sister, worried they would get caught.

"Come on Cindy...after what we were talking about doing a little while ago, you're scared now! Come on...it'll be fun, you might learn something." Cassidy said giggling slightly as she started toward the kitchen...and the study. Cynthia hesitated for a few second then followed behind her sister. Cynthia was about fifteen feet behind when Cassidy reached the study door and reached down for the knob. Cassidy started to turn the handle and looked back to she her sister finally come walk where she could see her, when she opened the door. Cassidy smiled at Cynthia and started to walk in the study, when she turned forward...and saw her dad sitting at the computer chair. Cassidy saw him quickly whip his head about and look in her direction. Both of their eyes went wide, John because his daughter had opened the door...and Cassidy because John had his pants down around his ankles and had his cock in his hand stroking it.

Cynthia immediately stopped when she saw Cassidy's reaction upon opening the door. She knew why Cas had stopped, and Cynthia knew she would be in huge trouble if she was seen. Cynthia turned around and ran back to her room. Cassidy caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, and not seeing Cindy any more knew that she was now alone. Well better that one of us just get into trouble instead of both, she quickly thought to her self. 

"Oh shit." Both john and Cassidy uttered simultaneously. Cassidy started to turn around and John saw her.

"Stop right there young lady!" John said as he covered himself up. He stood up and Cassidy quickly saw his large member before he turned too pull his pants up. She then watched his ass before the pants were fully on him. 

"I'm sorry dad, I didn't think you would be in here...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to catch you like this!" Cassidy said quickly as her father finished zipping up. She could see he was very flushed with embarrassment, but then again...so was she. Embarrassment and excitement. John turned toward his daughter, embarrassed but very angry...more so because he WAS embarrassed. He pointed to the couch her had in the study.

"Sit down young lady....we're going to have a little talk." John said to his daughter. Cassidy knew she was in trouble...he never said young lady unless he was really mad....or playing, which Cassidy knew he wasn't. John sat back in the chair he had been masturbating in a minute ago. "What's the rule about the study Cas?" He said looking at her. Cassidy looked up at him.

"We knock at the door, and then YOU let us in." Cassidy said in a subdued voice. John stared at her.

"You know you aren't suppose to just barge in here. I do my work in here and I need my privacy." John said in a slightly loud voice. Cassidy never one for authority, quickly thought up a smart remark.... and said it.

"Well the only thing you we're working when I came in was that." Cassidy said tilting her head toward his crotch. Cassidy saw her father face turn as red as a tomato...she had never seen him that red before, she thought. John couldn't believe she had said that. He was beyond furious....so much so he knew he couldn't say anything or do anything now for fear of hurting her verbally or physically. So John just held his response inside and spun his chair around so he didn't have to look at her.

"Get out....just...get...out!" John slowly uttered, trying hard to keep his words even and not yell. He would talk to her later when he wasn't so mad, he thought. But the way he said those words and the fact that she knew she had hurt her fathers feeling, really hurt Cassidy. Cassidy's eyes quickly teared up and she felt very sad.

"I'm sorry daddy; I didn't mean to say that...I'm sorry." Cassidy said as she cried, tears now streaming down her cheeks, not wanting to go.

"Please go Cassidy." John said more even and quiet. He still was too mad too talk to her about it, and just wanted to cool down. Days of frustration were wearing at him. Cassidy heard his words and quickly got up and ran out of the door. John turned and watched her go, all thoughts of finishing what he started gone from his mind. He now felt bad for making his daughter cry. John stood up from the chair and too a swing in the air, feeling angry at himself, for doing that in the middle of the day. He knew better. He had been so frustrated that he hoped relieving himself sexually would help relieve the stress. Now he felt worse. He would have to talk to Cassidy soon, before Monica talk to her about being so upset. John sighed, and threw himself onto the couch as he tried to collect his thoughts. 

Cynthia had run back to her room and quietly closed her door. She hated leaving Cassidy to take all the blame, but just didn't think with what she did last night that she could handle daddy yelling at her. But Cynthia sat on the bed, half expecting her father to open her door and want to talk to her. As she sat there, and was starting to relax, she heard quick footsteps in the hall and then heard a door slam shut. Cynthia thought that was Cassidy but wasn't sure, it could be her father...though that would be strange she thought. Cynthia figured Cassidy had gotten chewed out and was mad in her room. Cynthia thought maybe she should leave her alone, but was too curious about what happened. She walked up and knocked on her sister's door and waited. No one answered or called out, but Cynthia started to hear crying inside the room and decided to look in on her sister. 

"Cas...are you ok?" Cynthia said sticking her head inside her sisters room. Cynthia could hear her sister well now, Cassidy was crying full tilt, Cynthia thought. Cassidy didn't answer her sister, but kept crying. Cynthia walked over and sat on Cassidy's bed, beside her sister. "He yell at you?" Cynthia asked. Cassidy shook her head no. "Then why are you crying for?" Cynthia asked, more curious now then ever. Cassidy slowed her crying and wiped her eyes on her pillow.

"Because....I hurt dad....when I said something....hurt...his feelings...and embarrassed him." Cassidy said trying to fight back the crying to talk. 

"What did you say?" Cynthia asked.

"He...he said something about...the study...being for work...and I said...he was working....IT...when I came in. He got so mad and embarrassed he just asked me to leave." Cassidy said as she started crying again, though not as hard as before. Cynthia raised her hand to hide her smile. She knew she shouldn't laugh and if it had been her in there, she might have too...but Cynthia thought it was funny the way her sister said it. Then she stopped smiling when she realized something. 

"Did you say he was doing IT again? He was ...jacking off?" Cynthia asked her sister and Cassidy raised her teary eyes to look at her sister and shook her head yes.

"Did you get a good look at it? Did he finish?" Cynthia said now more excited that her father was playing with his thingy again then anything now. Cassidy stopped crying and wiped her eyes again.

"Yes I got a pretty good look....but he didn't cum. I interrupted him, but I did get a look at his butt. Cassidy said smiling slightly, as she remembered. "You were right...he is big Cindy." She said smiling a bit more as she looked at his sister. Cynthia tried to get her mind off of crying.

"Was his butt nice looking?" Cynthia asked her. Cassidy smiled more at her sister.

"Yeah...I think so...I just got a quick look though." Cassidy said, as she wiped her face more.

"Well, I know we didn't mean to try...but we interrupted him this time...right?" Cynthia said as she got the thought. Cassidy looked up at her sister and gave her a big smile. 

"Yeah...I guess we did. Though I have a feeling dads going to have a talk with me later. He was super pissed, when I ran out of the room." Cassidy said laying her head on her pillow. She felt a bit tired and drained and thought about taking a short nap. "Hey Cindy...can I be alone for a bit, I want to rest." Cassidy said, as she closed her eyes. Cynthia thought she might want to cry some more, but got up and walked to the door.

"Ok, we can talk later ok." Cynthia said, still wanting more details from her sister. Cassidy uttered an "ok" and Cynthia closed the door and thinking what to do, decide not to go to her room. She knew as excited as she was she would start to finger herself and she wanted to think about a few things right now. She then decided to watch TV in the living room for a bit and try and work some ideas out in her head.

Cynthia had been sitting and watching TV for about an hour and was just wondering if she was going to see her father or mother anytime soon when she heard her mothers car drive up. She looked at the door as her mother walked into the house.

"Hello mother." Cynthia said, not wanting to ask her mother where she had been, thinking her mother might think it rude. She didn't want her mother angry at her.

"Oh hello Cynthia. Has everything been ok since I left? Is your father around?" Monica asked wanting to talk to her husband. She felt better now that she had talked to Father Granger. Cynthia looked at her, thinking that mother shouldn't talk to her father right now.... at least till after he had a chance to smooth things over with Cassidy. 

"I think he's upset about something mother, but I think he's in his study." Cynthia said, hoping she would leave daddy be for now. Monica looked at her and bit her lip, thinking it might not be a good time to talk to her husband if he was still mad. She then noticed Cassidy wasn't in the room.

"Where's your sister at, her car is still here. Is she in her room?" Monica said and started to walk toward the hall. Cynthia's stomach lurched into her throat and knew what happened might come out if her mother questioned Cassidy why she was upset.

"I think she's sick mom, she said she was taking a nap a short time ago." Cynthia said, making up a quick half lie. Monica stopped and turned around and Cynthia saw her pout her lips.

"Well darn. Oh well. I need to go to the store to get some things for supper, would you like to go with me Cindy?" Monica asked her daughter, wanting some company.

"Umm yes mother, let me go get dressed first." Cynthia said, not really wanting to go, but not wanting to turn her down either. Cynthia started to get up from the couch and walk past her mother. Monica stopped her as she went past, thinking that someone should tell John that they were going to the store...and Monica was thinking that he might not want to see her right now.

"Can you tell your father first, that we're going to the store. I would appreciate it honey." Monica said looking quite timid, Cynthia thought.


Have Faith... Ch. 02



"Sure mother, I'll go tell him now." Cynthia said, turning around and walking toward the study.

"Thank you sweetie." Monica said as she sat on the couch for a minute, waiting for her daughter to return. Cynthia walked into the kitchen and got to the study door. She hesitated, thinking if her father on the other side was continuing his "activities" on the other side of the door. She then knocked on the door and thought she heard her father get up from his chair. Cynthia felt a bit easier, because her father quickly came to the door and opened it.

"Daddy, mother wanted me to tell you that we're going to the store for stuff for supper." Cynthia said feeling a bit uncomfortable now in front of her father. She noticed her father also looked a bit out of place as he stood in front of her.

"Umm ok Cynthia...has your mother been home long?" John asked his daughter, wondering if Cassidy had said anything to her...or even their mother. 

"Only a few minutes daddy, she asked me if I wanted to go and I said yes." Cynthia said

"Oh ok....is Cassidy going with you two?" John asked Cynthia, feeling his stomach rising to his throat. Cynthia smiled at her father.

"No daddy, she wasn't feeling good and she was lying down for a little bit." Cynthia said, still smiling at her father. She was wondering if he was going to ask about her sister. John felt relief; he might have a chance to talk to his eldest daughter while his wife and Cynthia were out.

"Ok then Cyn, I'll check on her in a little bit. You two have a good time at the store." John said looking at his youngest daughter. Cynthia gave him a big smile.

"Ok daddy, I'm sure you will. Maybe you can cheer Cassidy up, or make her feel better. Bye daddy." Cynthia said as she turned around and walked back into the living room. John stood at the door for a minute, thinking his daughter was quite cheerful for her normal self. John went back into the study for a while and went over some things about work on his computer. But try as he did, he couldn't get the thought about talking to his daughter out of his head, he was very nervous about it. He knew he would have to touch on some very embarrassing moments for both of them, but he knew he had to do it, and soon before Monica found out in someway what had happened...TWICE. 

"Ok John, stop putting it off, and try and straighten this mess out with her, while you have a chance." John said to himself out loud, to motivate himself. He got up, and opened the study door, moving out and into the living room. He assumed Monica had left already, noticing her gone from the driveway. John's butterflies, started to multiply as he reached the hallway and stopped in front of his daughters door. He hesitated knocking then forced himself to knock lightly. When no answer was forth coming he almost turned around to head back to his study, when he heard his daughters voice.

"Yes, who is it?" John heard faintly through the door, and John felt his chest tighten as he began to answer.

"It's your father Cassidy, I...I just wanted to...talk with you for a bit." John said feeling his voice shake as he spoke. He didn't hear a answer for what seemed to him a eternity, then his daughter spoke again.

"Umm sure daddy....come in." John heard his daughter say through the door. John opened the door and stuck his head into her room. When she saw he wasn't going to come in any further Cassidy almost laughed.

"Dad....you can come into my room. I'm not dressed, but I'm under the covers. I was just resting." Cassidy said, and then watched as her father stepped into her room. John's eyes opened a bit wider when she had said she wasn't dressed, but he hid his surprise pretty well. John moved over and took a seat on the end of her bed, being no chairs in the room. John noticed his daughter's eyes looked puffy as if she had been crying a short time ago. "So what did you want to talk about dad?" Cassidy said as she didn't quite look at her father, having a good idea why he was there.

"Well, I kind of wanted to talk about what...well...what happened earlier, in the study." John stated off and Cassidy looked up at her father, who was now looking away. Cassidy could tell he was still embarrassed about talking about it.

"Uh huh." Was the only thing Cassidy could think too say at that moment." John looked up and into her eyes. She then blushed a deep red and looked downward. John found the whole thing fairly funny and began to smile, breaking some of his embarrassment from the situation.

"You know...it is all quite funny and all...you opening the door like that, and well....finding me...uummm you know...doing THAT. I'm sorry you had to see that Cas, I shouldn't have been doing that in there. I was wrong, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about for ....seeing me." John said, not quite knowing what to say at the moment and just rambling his thoughts out. Cassidy looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"You can't help it dad, if you have to do...that. I have to do it sometimes too and you're only human. I know you and mom don't...well....aren't together much." Cassidy said, taking her fathers hand in hers. John's eyes popped open a bit when his daughter admitted touching herself and he felt a surge of excitement run through him, more so after she then took his hand. He then really looked up at his daughter, noticing her sitting up in bed, the covers tucked over her breasts and under her arms. But looking now, he had a very easy time noticing the cleavage the tucked covers caused as her breasts were pressed together.

"I still should have been more careful....I'm only sorry you saw me doing that." John said squeezing her hand in return as he looked at her face. Cassidy grinned at him.

"Daddy...I'm not....I enjoyed seeing you that way." Cassidy said, feeling as if she had cotton in her mouth now, but wanting so bad to tell her father how she felt toward him. John's eyes grew so wide Cassidy began laughing slightly. 

"So it was you that also caught me the other night....I wasn't a 100% sure till now..." John said as he became flushed again. "I thought it was your mother at first....but she had been in bed the whole time." He said getting up from the bed and staring to pace the floor. Cassidy almost gasped, first to find out he knew about Cynthia the other night, and second that he thought it had been HERSELF! Cassidy wondered how she had been there, and didn't want to give her sister up.

"How....how did you know...it...I was there?" Cassidy said again blushing heavily and getting quite excited. John turned back to his daughter, wondering what to say, but figuring the cat was already out of the bag...

"I thought I had heard someone, but no one was there. But afterward....after...I noticed...well...I noticed the doorknob was wet...and I found out it was...you know...a woman's juices." John said, feeling his face so hot and flushed, it must look like he had third degree burns. Cassidy listened to him, and then wondered how he had known what the "juices" on the knob were, how did he tell.

"Dad....how did you know...the wetness on the handle were....were...a woman's juices?" Cassidy asked, now feeling hornier then ever, even though she was still embarrassed. She saw her father turn even redder and he smiled slightly in his nervousness. 

"I...well, I smelled my hand...and the knob and I recognized the smell." John said as he turned his face slightly from her. He was beginning to wonder the sanity of talking further with his daughter and walked slowly to the door. Cassidy saw him go and quickly wanted to know something.

"Daddy...do you know how the juices got there on the knob?" Cassidy asked quickly. John stopped and turned toward her, but not looking at her.

"I guessed...umm...that you closed the door with your hand...after....after you had been...well...playing with yourself. Cassidy...we really shouldn't be talking about this stuff." John said, now feeling that if he didn't stop this conversation, he wouldn't be able to stop the erection that was now growing in his pants. Cassidy now noticed the bulge in the front of his pants and decided she wanted him to stay.

"Dad, you said you wanted to talk...so I am. Did you like the thought of me watching you as you jacked off?" Cassidy said, feeling embarrassment no longer, just a growing excitement....and horniness. Her father looked very uncomfortable though.

"Cas...you shouldn't be asking me that, or using such language." John said as he turned to face her totally, feeling more the parent then before. But his daughter was too far excited to be intimidated by him coping an attitude.

"Why not daddy...it didn't make you hard again to know I had fingered my pussy while you jacked off...and came. I was very wet all night long....like I'm very wet now." Cassidy said as she moved her right hand down to her pussy and started to rub her clit and pussy lips under the covers. John stood aghast as he noticed his daughter's hand moving under the covers and knew what she was doing. 

"Cassidy....you stop doing that under the covers with me here....for gods sake girl stop." John said half begging half telling his daughter. Cassidy looked over at her father as she continued to finger herself, feeling her juices covering her fingers.

"Ok daddy...I'll stop fingering myself under the covers...." Cassidy said as she used her other arm to throw back the covers, exposing her naked body to her father. She opened her legs so that John could tell how wet she was. John was stunned, not believing his daughter had just done that.

"Oh my god Cas....cover up!" John said as he covered his eyes with his hand. It never crossed his mind though that he had only to leave the room to escape the scene before him. Cassidy smiled and moaned as she tried harder then ever to pleasure herself in front of her father.

"Oh god daddy....I'm so wet...so wet thinking about you coming...and your big cock in your hand. I wish it was my hand on your cock daddy." Cassidy said in a sultry voice, her fingers stroking her slit and playing with her clit. John not believing what she as saying uncovered his eyes.

"For Christ's sake Cassidy...stop it this instant. I'm warning you....you need to stop this, it isn't right." John said, not now able to remove his eyes from his daughter as she moaned and wreathed on her bed, and he watched her fingers play across her very obviously wet pussy.

"Or what daddy....are you going to spank me...or tell mom I was fingering my pussy thinking about you jacking your big dick." Cassidy said, then thinking of an idea. She stopped her fingers and looked at her father. "Ill stop dad if you do one thing for me..." Cassidy said pointing at him with her wet sticky index finger.

"And what is that Cassidy." John asked, feeling very frustrated and excited, his cock having long ago becoming fully hard. He knew his threats had been hollow, and his daughter had just called him on it, and he just wanted a way out of this crazy and frustrating situation.

"That you lick my pussy till I cum...or I tell mom you stood in my room and watched me masturbate." Cassidy said, not really thinking she would tell her mom that, but she made her performance believable. John's mouth popped open and he couldn't believe his ears as his cock lurched inside his pants.

"Young lady you are crazy...I will not lick my own daughters pussy." John said loudly, but not quite yelling.

"You want to daddy...I can tell..." Cassidy aid smiling as she pointed with her finger at his crotch. "And I don't think mom will be happy with either of us if I tell her. We both might be kicked out on the street dad.....but I will tell her." Cassidy said, almost meaning it. John shook his head, not believing the situation.

"I can't believe you want me to do that to you Cas....have I been a bad father that you think me so perverted that I want....want to lick my own daughters pussy. No Cas...I can't." John said, pleading with his daughter. He wasn't sure if she would tell Monica....but he wasn't sure at the moment. Cassidy HAD just been fingering her pussy in front of him.

"Daddy...you're not perverted....IM the one that wants you to lick me. I have wanted to do that and MORE for years. You're a great daddy and I love you so much I want to share everything I am with you. Dad I love you....please love me, please." Cassidy said now begging her father, feeling that if the moment were lost, that she would lose her father forever. She couldn't let that happen. "If you don't I will tell...so help me god I will dad!" Cassidy said, hating to seriously threaten her father, but honestly feeling that it was win all or lose all now. Johns face became almost unreadable as he heard his child's last threat. He made his decision.

"Fine Cassidy....I will do it....but I'm not sure I can ever look at you the same way." John said, feeling quite angry at her...and also excited. He knew deep inside he wanted to do what his daughter wanted, but hated being forced into doing it. Cassidy knew she had upset her father, but thought that a hurdle had been jumped Cassidy smiled as her father moved woodenly toward her.

"Oh god daddy...I want you to lick me so bad...hurry." Cassidy said as she moved her legs towards her father, hardly waiting for him to walk to her. She was moaning and smiling so much that it became infectious with John and he couldn't help but grin at her.

"Damn Cassidy, you would think you're still a virgin as excited as you are." John said smiling at his daughter. Cassidy stopped smiling and looked at her father.

"I am daddy." Cassidy said smiling a secret smile at her father. John felt flabbergasted, not believing his ears.

"But I got you those birth control pills....all of those boy friends..." John started to say, but Cassidy interrupted him. 

"I know dad...and I have done some stuff...licking and hand jobs....but I'm still a virgin. I've never had a guys cock in me before. I was saving myself for you....I told you I really had wanted you for years. I never wanted anyone like I wanted you daddy." Cassidy said with a huge smile on her face. John was speechless for a minute.

"Then I guess I had better make this a good experience for you then." John said, now honestly wanting to pleasure his daughter and climbed onto the bed and ran his hands over her naked legs and placed his head at her stomach as he continued forward. Cassidy moaned feeling his touch and looked down at the top of his head as he moved up and looked at her face. "I guess after today ...well...I guess you don't have to be a virgin anymore Cas." John said, still not believing he had just said that, or that he was about to do what he was about to do. Cassidy gasped and threw her arms around her father.

"Oh daddy...thank you thank...I can't wait." Cassidy cried out as she brought her lips to his and kissed him deeply. John resisted at first, then thinking about what was happening, gave into her kiss and welcomed her tongue into his mouth and returned his into hers. When she finally broke the kiss, John felt breathless and flushed with excitement. Cassidy then gave him a huge grin and put her hands on his shoulders as she pushed him. "Now daddy, I think you have a promise to keep." She said grinning at him as she quickly flicked her tongue out before giggling. John chuckled at her.

"I guess I do....I don't want to break my word to my girl." John said as he moved down her body, raining kisses over her breasts, then lower as he headed to his final destination. Cassidy moaned and rubbed her hands over his head and shoulders.

"Oh god daddy....I've waited so long for you too do this." Cassidy moaned aloud to her father, as he continued to lick, suck and kiss each inch of her body as he slid down her stomach. He used his nose to edge through her bush and he caught he heady scent as she thrust her hips slightly toward his head. "Mmm daddy....don't tease me....I really need to cum." Cassidy said in a slightly whinny voice. John smiled as he raised his head and looked at her.

"You really need me to lick your pussy sweetheart?" John asked his daughter teasingly. 

"Oh daddy...just shut up and eat me." Cassidy grinned back at her father.

"Ok Cas." John said as he again looked back at the wet mess that was his daughter's pussy. Mmmm delicious he thought, as he plunged his mouth onto his daughters seeping slit.

"Ohh yes daddy...lick me!" Cassidy gasped finally feeling her father mouth on her cunt. She could feel as he started licking deep inside her pussy and feel it as he brought his hands up and massaged the sides of her pussy lips. "Ohh shit daddy...that feels ssoooo good!" She said as her hands pulled his head even tighter too her pussy. Cassidy knew she was getting very close, her excitement at her father licking her pussy and the feeling of it actually happening was just overwhelming to her. When she felt him slide a finger into her and started sucking hard on her clit, she shot off like a rocket.

"OH GAWD.....ohhh ggawddd....AARRGGGHHHHHHH!" Cassidy screamed out as her pussy contracted and her orgasm tore through her body. John felt her muscles inside clench around his finger and knew his daughter was having a strong orgasm. He soon had even more proof as his fingers and mouth were soon coated in her gushing juices and girl cum. He began licking her pussy lips and his fingers, lapping up all of her sweet flow. Soon the flow eased, and her body gave a shudder as she came down from her orgasm. John raised his head and smiled up at his daughter.

"God daddy that was great....uumm...I feel much better now. Hehehe...your face is a mess." Cassidy said looking down her body to her fathers face. John grinned at her.

"Hang on a second and Ill wipe it off." John said, trying to find a tissue to wipe her juices from his face. He didn't want to get the smell on his shirt....in case his wife might smell it later. 

"No wait daddy...here, come here....let me clean it up for you." Cassidy said as she opened her arms and used her hands in a "come here" motion. John smiled at her and crawled up her body so that his face was near hers. Cassidy then took his head in her hands....and began licking her juices from his cheeks and mouth. John chuckled at his daughters cleaning methods. Cassidy smiled at her laughing father...and then kissed him deeply, mixing her juices with his saliva. They're tongues danced for a while before they broke the kiss. Cassidy then felt her father's very hard member against her tummy and wanted to see it for herself.

"Daddy...take off your clothes...I want to see your cock." Cassidy said, blushing now, even after what they had just done. John grinned at his daughter and stood up and began to undress. As he slowly undressed Cassidy started to put on a show for him, running her hands over her body and giggling as she grew more excited in anticipation of what was to come. Soon John had only his briefs on and paused and looked at his daughter, grinning.

"Ready for the finale honey?" John said, as he wrapped his thumbs in the elastic of the briefs. 

"No daddy...the finale will be when you take my virginity....this is just the stage entrance." Cassidy said as she smiled at him and waited.

"Well...drum roll then..." john said laughing as he slid the underwear down and his cock was exposed....pointing straight at Cassidy. Cassidy eyes went wide and she gave a huge smile.

"Oh daddy...you're huge." Cassidy said as she sat up in the bed and sat in front of her father. She grabbed him by the hips and looked into his eyes. "Daddy....can I suck it?" Cassidy said as John looked down at her, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. 

"Of course you can Cas....not like we haven't already crossed a bridge." John said as he watched, and felt his daughter wrap her hand around his member and look at it from different angles.




Have Faith... Ch. 02



"Mmm daddy....it really is big and beautiful....and so hard." Cassidy said as she started to pump her hand over the surface of his cock, then looking up at her father...brought her lips to the head of it and kissed it. A shiver ran through John at the eroticism of the moment, watching his eldest girl now touching his cock with her mouth. Cassidy smiled, seeing the pleasure on her fathers face, and opened her lips and engulfed the head of his cock into her mouth. John groaned feeling his engorged cock being swallowed by his gorgeous daughter. John looked down and watched Cassidy as she bobbed her head on his shaft, all the while making little contented coos and moans as she did.

"Oh god Cas....that feels so good sweetie." John said as he stroked his daughters hair with his hands. Cassidy pulled back off his member and began licking the shaft of it and looking up at her father.

"Thank you dad...my boyfriends always said I was talented." Cassidy said as she teasingly nibbled on his cock. John smiled at his daughter, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding his body. 

"If I had known you were so good, and that you wanted me so bad...who know if this wouldn't have happened sooner." John said stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. Cassidy closed her eyes and rubbed her face over his hand, then brought her lips back to his cock and sucked the head back into her hot mouth. John had to moan again feeling the heat and eagerness of his daughter. He knew he would soon be giving her what he thought she wanted...his cum. "Umm Cas...if you keep that up...I wont last much longer." John said as he started to feel the beginning of an orgasm building inside himself. 

"Its ok daddy...I want you to cum with my mouth. I want to taste what I've been missing all of these years." Cassidy said looking at her father, then again engulfing the head of his member yet again. But no sooner did John feel the heat from Cassidy's mouth around his cock again, they both heard a knock next door at the extra bedrooms door. Johns eyes flew open and both he and Cassidy's eyes met, both thinking the same thing. "Moms home!" Cassidy said, having removed her mouth from her fathers cock.

"Their home!" John said as he pulled his cock from his daughter mouth and grasping hand. He stood stunned for a quick second then grabbed his clothes up into his arms. No sooner did he finish that, there came a knock on Cassidy's door.

"Cassidy...you in there honey? Can I open the door?" They heard Monica say through the door. John looked at his daughter, Cassidy's eyes were wide and had the look of a deer caught in a cars headlights.

"Hide...where?" John whispered to his daughter. His voice, however low brought her out of her shook and she quickly came up with a solution.

"Closet!" Cassidy said pointing to her closet door, which John was already opening as she dropped her arm. He was inside and closing the door when Monica spoke again.

"Cassidy....are you ok? Cassidy....ok....I'm coming in." Monica said, as Cassidy threw herself into the bed and pulled up the covers over her naked body. She closed her eyes just as she heard the door open. She could hear her mother walk over to the bed and jumped when she felt her mother gently shake her.

"I'm sorry to startle you Cassidy...I thought you would be awake by now. How are you feeling honey?" Monica said looking at her wide eyed daughter. Cassidy quickly started to calm down.

"Umm fine mom....I think I just needed rest is all." Cassidy said, trying to calm her breathing as her mother looked her over and placed her hand on Cassidy's forehead. Monica grew concerned then, Cassidy's head felt warm to her.

"Are you coming down with something Cassidy...you're really hot sweetie." Monica said looking down at her daughter. Cassidy had to stifle her laughter, thinking what had really made her so warm. She just smiled at her mother. 

"I'm a bit flushed is all....you startled me is all. I feel pretty good in fact now." Cassidy said smiling, enjoying her secret of what she and her father had done....that and the fact he was naked in the closet, not six feet away. 

"Ok then Cassidy. But I wanted to ask you...have you seen your father...I have looked for him but can't find him. His car is still in the driveway, so he isn't out and about." Monica said looking at her daughter. Cassidy again smiled at her mother, trying not to break out laughing.

"No mother, I haven't seen him. I've been asleep or resting in here for awhile." Cassidy said, being as sweet as she could on the outside, but laughing at her mother on the inside. If you won't give daddy what he needs mom...I will, Cassidy thought. Monica gave a small pouting look and looked at her daughter.

"Oh well...I guess he'll have to show up sometime soon. Cassidy...honey, what have you got in your room...it smells stuffy in here, like an old gym. Have you got dirty clothes laying around here?" Monica said as she started to walk around the room looking for dirty clothes. Cassidy's heart began racing, fearing her mother would discover her father. She had to think quickly.

"Ummm no mom...uumm...I didn't take a shower yet today...and...umm...I sweated a lot at work yesterday. It must be me is all." Cassidy said, lying quickly. Her explanation seemed to satisfied her mother, because she stopped and looked at her daughter. Monica bent over and sniffed in Cassidy direction.

"PU sweetie...I think it is you." Monica said smiling at her joke to her daughter. "Be sure to shower soon today....cleanliness is next to godliness and ...you don't want to stink up the whole house." She said trying to make light of her daughters smelly condition. "Ok...call if you need anything...try and get out of bed soon." Monica said leaning over and hugging her daughter and then moved to give her daughter a peck on the lips as she usually did, but Cassidy gave her a mischievous grin and when her mothers lips touched hers, she opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue over her mothers lips and part way into her mouth. Monica quickly jumped back and rubbed her hand over her lips, wiping away her daughters saliva.

"Cassidy...what was that for!" Monica said, feeling quite shaken, the contact had made her lips tingle and the cause of it had her disturbed and angry. Cassidy looked as shocked as her mother.

"I'm sorry mom...I was just wetting my lips when you leaned to kiss me...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you wet." Cassidy said, wanting in a way for her mother to taste her father on her lips. Monica though took the kiss and the last statement quite different and she got quite defensive.

"I'm sorry too Cassidy...I didn't mean to jump at you...but you didn't get me wet...I mean it's alright you got my lips wet. No big deal. I got to go...." Monica said feeling quite flustered and distracted by the slight incident, but for Monica it made a dent in memories she thought best left buried. Cassidy was a bit confused by the way her mother had left. She had expected her to get mad, which she did...but the way she acted after that was weird Cassidy thought. Oh well chalk it up to a strange mother, Cassidy thought to herself. Cassidy then thought about her father and jumped out of bed and closed the door, which her mother had left open. She then walked to and opened the closet door. Her father was now fully dressed and his head whipped around and Cassidy saw him relax some when he saw who it was.

"Damn...I thought it might have been your mother. Is she gone?" John said walking past his daughter to look for himself, feeling very nervous. Cassidy smiled and almost laughed at her father.

"Yes dad, she's gone. Now...where were we..." Cassidy said as she dropped to her knees in front of her father and started to undo his belt. John's hands stopped her. He couldn't believe that his daughter still intended to have sex...NOW!

"Cassidy...are you nuts. Your mother could be back anytime now. I heard that she was looking for me. I have to get out of your room somehow." John said, thinking of what to do, since Monica had been unable to find him in the house.

"But dad...I really need it." Cassidy said still on her knees and now rubbing the front of his crotch. John felt his cock quickly responding, and pulled his daughter up to her feet. "But daddy, you didn't fuck me yet!" Cassidy said in protest, as she stood up as her fathers hands pulled her.

"Yes I know Cas...but it will have to wait for later. Maybe tonight, after everyone else is asleep. Listen, we can figure out when later, I need to get outside I think. Maybe I can convince your mother I was out walking, that might work. I'll have to go out your window though." John said walking over to the window in her room. He turned to his daughter as she followed him. She threw herself around him in a big hug. John hugged her back and leaned over and kissed her deeply for a minute. 

"I cant wait till tonight dad. I'm going to be horny the rest of the day, waiting for tonight. I cant wait to stop being a virgin." Cassidy said as she again kissed her father. John grinned at her.

"Yes I know, but we'll both been in deep shit if I get caught in here like this." John said as he turned back and opened the window. He quickly peeked outside and saw no one was near or on the street to see him climb out of the window. "Ok here goes nothing then." John said as he climbed out of the window and stood on the soil below the bushes at his daughter's window. Thank god for shrubbery, he thought. Cassidy took his hand which was on the window sill and squeezed hard and tried to pull his head back in for a kiss. John figuring out what she wanted shook his head no. "Someone may see...Ill be back inside the house in a few minutes." John said as he went through the bushes and walked out near the road and began walking down it for a bit. He planned on going down a bit then back, appearing at the house in a few minutes.

After she watched her father walk away down the street, Cassidy felt very excited and full of energy, knowing what was to come later that night. She couldn't help but try and envision what was to come, but also thinking she should save her energy for tonight. Besides, I do need to take a shower and get out of my room, or mom will be checking on me again, she thought. She then threw on a bathrobe and walked out into the hall, almost bumping into Cynthia.

"Oh sorry Cindy." Cassidy said as she started to walk around her sister, and Cynthia gently touched her arm. 

"Hey where's dad at? Did he come and talk with you while I was gone about...you know?" Cynthia asked as Cassidy turned. Cassidy thinking this wasn't the best time to tell her baby sister, decide to fib. 

"Umm no...I was asleep until mom got me up. Listen I got to pee and take a shower, Ill talk to you later ok." Cassidy said as she hurried into the bathroom. As Cynthia heard the door close she knew something was up. She felt for sure that father would have talked to Cassidy while she and mom were out. Cynthia wondered if her sister was lying, but why would she, Cynthia thought. Cynthia had a strong feeling Cassidy wasn't telling her the truth.

"Well shoot, to heck with that girl...Ill just get daddy on my own if she's not going to tell me the truth." Cynthia said softly to herself in the hallway as she turned and walked to her room, closing the door behind her. "I wonder where he ran off to?" she said to herself as she sat down on her bed. That was precisely what John was thinking at the moment where he was, at least in emotional terms.

"What the hell am I doing. I cant be having sex with my daughter, whether she wants it, or how long she has wanted it. Shit John you've done it this time." John muttered softly to himself as he walked down his neighborhood road, not sure of where he was going. After leaving Cassidy and his excitement had worn off, he began to re-think his decision...threat or not. "Jesus, what do I do now? Do I continue it and...Jesus Christ...fuck my own daughter or do I put a stop to it tonight? Think John, think."

John tried to reason it through. On the one hand after what had happened if he said no, Cassidy probably would be sad...but John didn't think she would seriously tell Monica what had happened. On the other hand, John had to admit to himself...he did really want to go through with tonight. Even now he could feel his daughters lips around his cock, and still could smell her juices on his lips. "Arrgghhh, shit this is fucked up." He said loudly to himself as he noticed a woman doing her yard looking at him. She looked at him like he was a bit weird, though she was smiling at him. He was far enough from home to not really know the woman, but he knew her face. He was surprised when she waved him over to herself. John tentatively walked into her yard and saw she had been pulling weeds from her flowerbed. She stood up as he came near her.

"Hey, you're John Morgan from down the road right?" The woman said as she uncovered her hand and offered it for him to shake it. John still confused, shook her hand and wondered where this woman knew him from. She noticed he didn't recognize her and quickly smiled. "I'm sorry, I'm Barbra Granger, Your wife goes too my husbands church, and I've seen you a few times when you went with her. I hope I'm not disturbing you, but you looked lost or something." Barbra said as she continued smiling at him. John then remembered seeing her with that stuffy shirt preacher that Monica liked to talk to.

"I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, but I was trying to clear my head of some things. I didn't know you two lived so close...it must be less then a half mile away from my house." John said as he looked over the woman. She had long black hair, and was quite pretty with a rather full figure that seemed to fill out her sun dress rather nicely. Quite different from Monica's Petite blond topped body, he thought. Barbra seemed to notice that he was sizing her up and grinned at him.

"Is there anything I can get you Mr. Morgan? Coffee...or maybe you could use a drink? You look like you could use one." Barbra said, seeing that he was a bit out of it. John couldn't believe that the wife of the preacher that his wife spoke so highly...and all too much of, would offer him a drink.

"A drink? As in alcohol Mrs. Granger?" John said wanting to make sure he was talking about alcohol, which he was thinking he wouldn't mind one bit right now. She grinned at him.

"Yes Mr. Morgan...and call me Barbra, I hate being called Mrs. Anything, John." Barbra said smiling at him and walking toward the house. When he didn't follow she turned back to him and motioned to the house. "I don't have a bar out here John." She said as she then continued into her house. John followed her into her house feeling very "strange" and out of sorts. Damn weird day so far, he thought to himself.

"I think I was just shocked that you...being Father Grangers wife, would...well would have alcohol in her house, much less offer me some." John said as he followed her into what he thought was the Den of the house. She walked behind the bar that was there and put two glasses on the counter top.

"Listen...my husband and I don't see eye to eye on a lot of things and I like to do as I please. I've played the nice little "stay at home" wife for a long time. But the other neighbors around here all know my husband and most are perish members, so it's hard to get an objective view from someone around here. I drink when I want to John, Steve doesn't like it, but he long ago has stopped trying to convert me and leaves me be as long as I do the same to him. Does that answer your question John?" Barbra said as she brought out some bottles and looked at him. "What's your poison of choice there John?" She asked him, noticing the mildly shocked expression on his face and smiled. 

"Umm...brandy if you've got any...on the rocks please." John said as he saw her begin to pour from one of the bottles and then another, which looked like vodka for hers he assumed. She handed him the glass with the darker liquor and smiled at him. "I have to ask...when you saw me...what made you call me over?" John asked her as she downed her glass in one shot. She smiled at him and poured herself another.

"I remembered you from those socials and also remembered seeing that you hated them as much as I do. I saw you...and I don't know...just felt like someone to talk to who didn't act like my husband is the direct link to the almighty. Like I said, everyone nearby treats me as the preachers wife...not as a human being. Call it divine inspiration to ask you over if you want too." Barbra said as she walked over and took a seat in a chair in the room. "So...why were you cussing and muttering to yourself, or would you rather not talk about it to a stranger?" Barbra said looking over at him as he took a seat on the couch in the room.

"Shyness isn't a flaw of yours I see." John said, feeling she was a bit pushy, but a likeable woman he thought.

"Nope...and your not going to tell me are you." Barbra said with a chuckle at his redirecting of the question. "Is it about your wife...you two having problems?" Barbra said, John thinking she doesn't give up easy.

"No, not really...well I guess in some ways it is. It's complicated." John said looking over at the woman before him.

"Well I know that Steve talks about your wife Monica a lot. Always telling me how much help she is at functions and why I can't be more like her and such. I swear, I should be jealous of her, she probably sees my husband more then I do." Barbra said as she finished off her drink, and she noticed John's glass was empty as well. "Want another?" Barbra said as she got up and walked next to John. She took his glass after he nodded yes.

"Yeah I know what you mean. Monica and I hardly see each other anymore and when we do its all she can talk about is church and Father Granger." John said as Barbra handed him another double shot of brandy, which he started drinking right away.

"And the worse part is sex...or lack of it. He used not to be this way. When we were young we used to go at it like teenagers and since the kids are grown and moved out, he's gotten all holy on me. I tell you John, I can't remember the last time I had sex with my husband." Barbra said as she finished off her third double of vodka and she was beginning to feel flushed. 

"I know Monica's the same way. We hardly ever...do it anymore. And when we do, she acts like we did something wrong. She actually accused me of rape this morning, after we had sex last night." John said, feeling the effects of the quickly consumed alcohol, and regretting he had told Barbra about his wife's comments, moments after he had said them. Barbra almost choked as she finished her drink off and quickly laid the glass on the table.

"You forced her to have sex last night? Damn you must be horny?" Barbra said with a grin on her face. John was again stunned by this woman, this preacher's wife. She actually thinks its interesting that she thinks I forced my wife to have sex with me, John thought.

"No, no...I didn't...she usually curses me out afterward, saying I played on her weaknesses and all that crap. I would never rape a woman." John said as he downed his drink. Barbra stood up smiling and grabbed the glass from his hand without asking and went to refill both glasses.

"Darn...I thought your story was going to be interesting. But you did have sex right?" Barbra asked him as she handed him another round as she sat on the couch on the other end. "At least you got some recently; I've been without for over a year now. I have to go without, even though there's nothing wrong with my shit of a husband, except he's got his heads in the clouds now. Well thank god for vibrators anyway." Barbra said, just as John was drinking, causing him to cough it out as he laughed and blushed at the same time. Barbra giggled at him and got up to get a towel for the spill. "I'm sorry, but I had to time that just right." Barbra said, winking at John as he took the towel and started wiping this clothes and the table clean. "So you were walking and cursing because your wife said you raped you huh?" She asked giving him a sideways glance.




Have Faith... Ch. 03



John walked slowly up the walkway to his house, still lost in thought and wondering if anything had happened... or came out, while he was away. He sighed as he felt his chest tighten; thinking how his little "walk" had increased his anxiety not eased it. Now he had a crazy preacher's wife to worry about beside his crazy daughter and his "head in heaven" wife. When he reached the steps, he walked up them as if a zombie, opening the door to the house and stepping in. He saw his youngest daughter on the couch turn away from watching the TV, as she noticed the door opening behind her.

"Hi daddy, have a nice walk?" Cynthia asked with a slight smile as she looked at him. John wasn't sure what, if anything to read into her smile and decided at this point it didn't matter much.

"Not really pumpkin, but it doesn't matter." John replied from a dark place that surprised even him. He did notice his daughters smile fade at his response though.

"I'm sorry daddy." Cynthia said, seeing her fathers pained look on his face. She had to quickly turn back to the TV or she knew she might tear up or start asking him why he was so sad, but she thought that maybe the answers were best kept quiet for now...especially since she was thinking she might have played some part in his feelings at the moment. John closed the door too, louder then he had intended to because a second after it closed his wife called out from the kitchen.

"John! John is that you?" Monica cried out as she appeared in the doorway to the living room from the kitchen. John saw the look of almost pleasant surprise quickly turn to annoyance as she looked at her husband. "Where have you been John? We've been home for almost an hour and the car was still here and Cassidy had no idea you were even out of the house. Where were you?" Monica asked, becoming more exasperated with each word. John looked at her and listened to her tone and his own anger returned.

"I was just out ok! I went for a walk...trying to think...and...and I ran into Mrs. Granger down the road. Ok! We talked for a bit and now I'm here...happy?" John said, irritated and embarrassed about having to lie to his wife, especially in front of Cynthia. He felt his face as if it would glow in the dark from being so flushed and he turned away walking over and sitting down on the other side of the couch from his daughter. He glanced up at her and noticed her glancing back at him nervously, quickly looking away from him, not wanting to draw his anger to herself. He heard his wife sighing as she walked around behind him and felt her hands touch his shoulders.

"I'm sorry John; I shouldn't have raised my voice to you. I just wasn't sure where you had gone is all. Did you and Barbra have a good talk?" Monica asked him, thinking he had sought out the reverends wife in counsel as she had her husbands. John stiffened slightly at his wife's use of Barbra's name, but nodded his head to her question.

"Yes, it...it was ok. Umm, in fact she might stop by tomorrow... in the morning to talk more." John said, trying to keep his tongue from fumbling as he lied to his wife. He was very flushed and wondered if he sounded believable. Apparently he had nothing to fear at the moment.

"Good honey, good. I'm so glad to hear that, maybe between the reverend and his wife things will be cleared up!" Monica stated happily, thinking her husband was finally seeing things her way. But John groaned softly, almost hearing a funeral march in his head at his wife's being happy at the prospect of him being alone with the good reverends wife. Monica leaned over and hugged him from behind, then walked back into the kitchen to finish making a late lunch for them all. John looked back at his daughter, who was still shyly glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes.

"Cyn, I'm sorry I raised my voice sweetie, your father is just a bit...stressed at the moment." John told his daughter, in a bit of understatement he thought. Cynthia looked fully at him and smiled at him. 

"It's ok daddy, I understand, I know your stressed out." Cynthia said still smiling trying to make her father not worry about making her upset. John gave her a funny look.

"You know I'm stressed huh?" John asked her, smiling slightly. He knew he and Monica had been yelling a lot recently, but he also noticed his question made his daughter totally freak. Her eyes went super wide and she sat there gaping like a landed fish for several seconds and John could tell she was 'fishing' in her thoughts.

"Umm...well...you and mommy have been arguing and...I can just tell is all..." Cynthia finished quite lamely, lowering her eyes, now unable to look at her father. John stared at her his thoughts racing.

"Uh huh." Was all John could say, starting to wonder if Cassidy had told her anything. John wondered if he should say or ask anything of her to try and find out, when she suddenly stood up.

"I think I should go help mommy in the kitchen." Cynthia said suddenly, all the while avoiding looking at him as she walked into the kitchen.

"Well shit." John muttered softly, wondering if she knew something or if it was just her being shy as she often was. He knew his youngest daughter was often shy to the point of being a recluse and embarrassed easily. He tried to mentally shrug, hoping that she didn't know what had happened with her sister or that Cassidy would have the sense of not talking to her about it. He sighed from his toes as he leaned back into the couch and tried to watch Television.

Cassidy figured she could stop playing sick and leave her room from her self imposed exile. She wasn't sure where her father had gone after leaving her room, but she knew that her mother had come in to check on her and had asked where he was. Cassidy had honestly told her she hadn't known, though she had lied and told her she hadn't seen him since breakfast that morning. So it was with large butterflies in her stomach that she left her room, not knowing what to expect as she entered the hallway. But she soon answered the question about her father being back, she saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room. She stopped and hesitated for a second before walking into plain view. As she walked into the room, her father looked quickly toward her and she also noticed that they were alone in the room. She smiled over at him.

"Hello daddy." She said softly as she walked over to the couch, her heart pounding in her chest. John caught the look on her face and gave her a warning look as he glanced at the kitchen door. She also looked that way as she reached the couch, touching it with her leg. She looked back at him. "Its ok, we'll hear if they open the door." She said and quickly leaning over him, planting a firm kiss on his lips. John jumped at her abruptness, and jerked even more as he felt her tongue invade his mouth, then almost hitting the roof when she just as quickly brought her hand up and cupped his crotch, squeezing his cock through his pants.

"Shit Cas! They'll see us...quit it!" John hissed quietly as he softly, but firmly pushed his daughter back off him. She giggled as he broke the kiss but sat next to him. She impishly grinned at him and quickly reached her hand out again, this time rubbing his crotch firmly. John groaned in pleasure and frustration, using his hands to fight her off and glaring at her. "Cassidy, stop it, now! I don't feel like explaining to your mother or sister why your hand is all over my dick!" He said as he held her hand down over her own body. She kept on grinning at him.

"Ok, well you can put your hands someplace then!" Cassidy gasped out and grabbing one of her father's hands, redirected his strength and John found his daughter had his hand cupping the mound between her legs. He jerked his hand back away from hers and quickly stood up and looked down at her.

"Cas, stop it please for gods sake! I don't want this right now." John scolded his daughter as she looked up at him. She giggled then.

"Maybe you don't, but I think that has different ideas daddy!" Cassidy laughed out softly and John looked down and saw his pants bulging from her ministrations. He reached down and tried to adjust himself to make the bulge smaller then stood back from her when she playfully reached out to make another grab at his crotch. They were both startled when they heard the kitchen door open to the side. John quickly turned toward the TV and moved to it as if to correct something. Cassidy looked over at her sister as she came through the door. 

"Oh Cas...mommy said to tell you two that..." Cynthia started then stopped, thinking her sister looked strange. She then realized that Cassidy was very flushed and grinning so hard she was almost to the point of open giggling. "Umm... Mommy said lunch is ready and too tell you and daddy." Cynthia finished, also now looking at her father and noticed he refused to turn toward her, just mumbling over his shoulder at her. Cynthia glanced back at her sister and Cassidy gave her a grinning shrug. Cynthia smiled meekly, guessing her sister was up to something...something that had to do with their father. She kept her smile as she walked back through the kitchen door. 

"You young lady are going to give me a heart attack!" John turned around a moment after his youngest daughter reentered the kitchen, his excitement subsiding after what had just happened. He gave Cassidy an angry glance as he walked past her and into the kitchen on his way to the dinning room, making sure to avoid her reach. Cassidy finally saw that her father was seriously upset with her, and her smile faded from her face as he walked past her and entered the kitchen. She sat back on the couch, wondering why she had acted so stupidly, now thinking her father might have rethought what they had done in her room. She crossed her arms and brooded, feeling suddenly sad and mad at herself. After a minute her sister came out again, she assumed to collect her for lunch.

"Cas, you coming?" Cynthia asked loudly, then glancing back, closed the door and moved closer to her sister. "What did you do to daddy, he looked pissed when he went into the dining room?" Cynthia asked her sister as she leaned close to her. Cassidy looked at her solemnly for a minute, and then grinned slightly at her sister, again feeling frisky.

"Only this!" Cassidy said as she reached under her sister and cupped her palm between her sister's legs. Cynthia jerked slightly at the contact, and then bit her lip at her sister's playful contact. Cynthia moaned softly as she closed her eyes, and her legs, trapping her sisters hand closer to her pussy mound. Cassidy gasped, meaning only to play and tease her sister with what she had done to their father, but now knowing her sister very much liked what she was doing. "Jesus sis, you like that don't you?" Cassidy said, more statement then question. Cynthia just nodded her head in agreement, but her eyes opened as she came to her senses.

"We need to go!" Cynthia said as she backed her body away from her sister's hand.

"You've never been touched...by someone else I mean?" Cassidy asked, remembering her sister telling her she was a virgin, but thinking she had at least some experiences.

"No...NEVER...not even kissed really, I already told you so!" Cynthia whispered embarrassingly as she looked at her sister then glanced at the floor.

"I'm sorry Cindy, I still thought...well...never been kissed! I'm sorry." Cassidy muttered to her sister as she stood up and rubbing her sisters hair, tried to look into her sisters eyes. Cynthia looked up at her sister's attempt to console her.

"You two coming?" Both of them heard from the dining room from their mother. They knew she always had to say grace before eating and usually waited for all of them to seat. Both of them smiled to each other at their mother's habit.

"A voice from above." Cynthia stated, trying to make a joke. Cassidy shrugged at her.

"Hardly." Cassidy replied as they both started off to the dining room. 

Lunch was very subdued at the table, with little talk. The sisters didn't want to talk too much for fear of angering their father further and Monica could see that her husband was still moody about the state of affairs at the house. John could hardly bring himself to look at any of the women for various reasons. He was lying to his wife...all of them really, and he wasn't sure he wanted to visually encourage his eldest daughter, and he wasn't sure if his youngest knew anything that was going on.

After lunch Cynthia helped her mother clean up and Cassidy had to get ready for work. She avoided her father most of the time while doing so, giving him glances from time to time. Minutes before she had to leave she caught him as he was about to enter the bathroom in the hall. She positioned herself so he had to stop and wait for her to move so he could enter the bathroom.

"Dad, I'm sorry about earlier...I was just...just excited about this morning. Are you...you going to be free tonight, after I get home from work?" Cassidy asked him nervously in a whisper as they both stood in the hall. John looked back into the living room; Cynthia and his wife were watching TV in the room. He looked back at his daughter, not knowing what to say. Cassidy caught his hesitation and knew he was backing of what he had told her that morning. "But daddy, you promised. You promised..." Cassidy whispered, her whining voice beginning to get louder and John clamped his hand lightly over her mouth.

"Honey! Quiet, please...we'll discuss this later, but...we'll discuss this later." John said, not knowing how he was going to get out of what he had promised his daughter and hoping she wouldn't start up the threats again. He saw her grow angry and thought she started pouting as her eyes started tearing up ever so slightly.

"Fine! Later then, but its not fair...you already said so." Cassidy said, definitely pouting now. She moved out of his way and turned around and moved back into her room and closed the door. John shook his head as he entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He was still in the bathroom when he heard her bedroom door open a minute later and then faintly heard the front door slam too a minute after that as she left for work.

The rest of the day and evening John tried his best to avoid the rest of the family, either staying in his study or secluding himself in the spare bedroom. He noticed Cynthia doing her best to avoid him as well, knowing he was upset about something, and she thought she might know what that was. Monica tried once talking to him, asking why he was so tense and aloof, but John simply replied that for the rest of the evening he wished to relax and "just calm down." Monica tried not to grow angry and left him alone for the night. So it was that they didn't even know he had turned in for the night until Cynthia mentioned that she thought he was asleep due to the light below the spare bedroom door being off. Monica just nodded her head at the news, trying not to tear up, and they both watched television until later when Cassidy returned home from work.

"Hey Mom, Hi sis...you guys still up?" Cassidy asked them when she walked into the house. She was surprised they were still up; they usually didn't sit up late. She really wasn't expecting her mother up after 10 O' clock on Saturday night...before her big weekly prayer fest that Sunday morning, where she prays for all the family's souls, Cassidy thought as she wondered why her mother was up. She was hoping to catch her father alone...

"Yes WE"RE still up young lady, though I'm about to remedy that in a minute. I thought you might like to see me before tomorrow, since you never go with me to church, I won't see you till tomorrow night...or later." Monica told her daughter with a smile, trying to be friendly, but it was coming out to Cassidy slurred with condemnation of how she acted. Cassidy took a deep breath and tried not to let it get a rise out of her.

"Well that's nice mom...thank you." Cassidy said as nicely as she could though by her mothers look, she figured she got the point across. She walked closer to the back of the couch and reaching around softly tickled her sister's neck. "And I said hello mom AND sis...hello sis!" Cassidy said as she leaned over Cynthia and gave her a funny face. Cynthia giggled and squirmed at the tickling and her sister's silliness and tried to reach behind her to retaliate in kind, but Cassidy had stepped back already.

"Ok you two, make sure to keep the noise down if you sit up. I'm going to bed now and your father already is, so please keep it down." Monica said as she stood up and kissed each of them on the cheek and started for the hallway and too her bedroom. She didn't notice the reaction her announcement had on her oldest daughter, a look of confusion. 

"Night mommy" Cynthia said, looking at her mother then at her sister. "What's the matter with you?" she asked as she noticed her sisters look.

"Dad's already asleep?" Cassidy asked her after a second she needed to compose herself. She stood there thinking to herself; all the while Cynthia was looking at her.

"Ok Cas...what's going on?" Cynthia asked after a little bit. Her question broke her sister out of her thoughts and Cassidy looked at her.

"Umm nothing...I was just thinking about you know, us trying to disturb dad and all while he...you know." Cassidy offered quickly to her sister.

"Uh-uh, something's up. Cas...what's going on, please tell me. You said you touched ...IT today, but what else is going on?" Cynthia pleaded with her sister, knowing her sister was holding things back, things she had to know. Cassidy again looked thoughtful, then grabbed her sister and motioned for her to sit, taking a seat next to her.

"Ok...you know this morning after you two left?" Cassidy asked Cynthia, with Cynthia nodding her head and waiting for her sister to continue. "Well, dad came in and talked to me, and...and I couldn't help it. I started playing with myself under the covers as dad talked to me. He THOUGHT I was the one who caught him in his study!" Cassidy said excitedly.

"WHAT? Was he mad...how did he know there was someone there...you were playing with yourself...with HIM there!" Cynthia said in a rush, not letting her sister continue. Cassidy had to reach up and cover her sister's mouth with her hand. Cassidy explained what their father had told her about how he knew and how she had gotten so excited that she begin fingering herself under the covers.

"He told me to stop and I did, but only to throw the covers back and asked him to lick me down there." Cassidy went on, grinning from ear to ear at her sister's reaction.

"Oh my god! Did he? Did you guys...fuck?" Cynthia said the last quietly, still unable to say the real dirty words without blushing. Cassidy shook her head, but still smiled as she looked at her sister.

"No we didn't do that, but he did lick me...and I came!" Cassidy said excitedly, though leaving the part out where she threatened her father. Too her that wasn't important now. "And...you won't believe this now...I sucked his cock..." Cassidy told her sister for shock value, and watched her face as her eyes opened even wider.

"Holy shit Cas!" Cynthia uttered out, and then giggled at her own cursing. "You're not making this up are you?" She asked her sister, suddenly wondering if her sister wasn't teasing or joking with her.

"Hell no Cynthia! It happened! And we were going to fuck but mom interrupted us. Dad had to crawl out the window and he went for a walk I guess. We we're suppose to continue tonight, but...but daddy acted like he was having second thoughts. I need to go check and see if he really is asleep. He might just be faking it and waiting for me to come home." Cassidy said thoughtfully, hoping the last was true.

"I don't believe it! I mean I believe you, but...this is wild! God I'm so horny!" Cynthia said, her excitement getting the better of her now that her sister's tale seemed to be finished and Cynthia had a second to ponder what had happened. And even though she felt very shy and awkward doing anything in front of anyone, Cynthia still couldn't stop from squeezing her thighs together, putting pressure on her crotch. Cassidy looked down at her sister's hips as she squeezed them together and humped them slightly off of the couch. 




Have Faith... Ch. 03



"Jesus! You really are horny aren't you? God, knowing you're so horny and watching you like that is making me even wetter in my panties." Cassidy said as reached her hand down to her crotch and pressed down on her pants causing her to moan softly. She heard a soft gasp beside her and saw Cynthia starring wide eyed at her as she rubbed herself through her pants. 'You like that...me playing with myself here in the living room? You know...you know, you don't have to do that with your hips. I could...could just, you know...help you out." Cassidy said looking at her sister, totally consumed with lust. Cynthia gasped again.

"Oh my god! You mean...finger me? Too tell the truth Cas, I...I've kind of been thinking about that the past couple days." Cynthia confided in her sister as she looked at her and lay panting heavily on the couch, almost hyperventilating. Cassidy half giggled and laughed at what her sister just said.

"You little perv! Its ok, I've had a thought or two in my head about you as well. Though for me, it's been a lot longer then a few days...a few years maybe. I just never thought you would ever want to do anything about it, you always act so innocent..." Cassidy said, her thought trailing off, not wanting to embarrass her sister with continuing that thought. "Soooo...you want us to do stuff?" Cassidy asked her sister quietly as she stared at her. 

"Um hum" Was the only thing Cynthia said as she nodded her head in the positive to her sister's proposal. She sucked in her lip and felt her face glow red with embarrassment, but she wanted very much what her sister suggested and what she had been thinking about for a long while. Cassidy grinned at her shy sister, feeling herself beginning to breathe even faster at the thought of the two of them doing "lesbian" stuff together. But a sudden thought interrupted her horny musings about her sister.

"Oh shit...dad is probably waiting for me in the other bedroom. I need to find out if he's asleep for real." Cassidy said to her sister in way of explanation and apology as she looked down the hall and then back at her sister.

"Can I come too? I wanted to be with daddy too." Cynthia said as she stood up from the couch, but as she did Cassidy put out her hand and stopped her and softly pushed her back down, shaking her head. 

"Not tonight Cindy, dad was very apprehensive after he got home and I don't want to surprise him now...he knows I want him and he said he would...we would be together. If you show up at the door, he might freak out." Cassidy said sternly as she looked down at her sister. Cynthia began to pout.

"But...we were going to get him together...we planned it that..." Cynthia started saying to her older sister.

"Shhh, you're getting loud, and I know we did, but...it has to be this way. At least the first time." Cassidy explained to her sister. Cynthia shook her head fiercely.

"You just want daddy by yourself!" Cynthia muttered loudly as her eyes teared up as she looked at her sister.

"That's not true...well...not really. After the first time, I promise we'll figure out how to get us all together, I promise Cynthia!" Cassidy said as she took her sisters hands and squeezed them in hers. "I don't want to spook off dad tonight, not tonight...ok?" Cassidy half asked her sister as she stared into her eyes. Cynthia looked back at her and slowly nodded to her. Cassidy beamed a huge smile at her sister and pulled back on her arms, helping her sister to stand. "Now I want you to go to your room, and if I get a chance later tonight or early in the morning I'll come and tell you what happens." Cassidy uttered happily to her sister, though Cynthia looked less thrilled now.

"I get second hand stories..." Cynthia said with a frown looking at her sister, which only caused her sister to grin even wider.

"Maybe not Cindy...maybe you'll get this..." Cassidy said as she leaned in and playfully licked the tip of her sister's nose, causing Cynthia to giggle slightly. "Or maybe more of this..." Cassidy again leaned in, but this time planting her lips solidly onto her sisters and forcing her lips apart as her tongue invaded her sister's mouth. Cynthia jerked back in surprise and gasped, not expecting her sister's actions. Cynthia then blushed a deep crimson and giggled even harder, her pulse and breathing now racing. Cassidy grinned almost evilly as she again leaned toward her sister and placing her mouth near her sisters ear, began to whisper to her. "And if you're really good...you can lick daddy's cum from my dripping pussy..." Cassidy stated, then pulled back to look at her sisters face as she gasped wide eyed and shocked at her sister before covering her mouth and gasping again.

"Oh shit Cas...that is so nasty! Can...can I do that for real?" Cynthia asked, half thinking her sister was still playfully teasing her still. Cassidy laughed softly.

"Jesus yes Cindy! But let me go see dad before mom wakes up or something. And I promise, I'll meet you in your room after." Cassidy told her sister, now wanting to hurry so she could be with their father, her heart thumping hard inside her chest as she thought about the next few minutes. Cassidy saw her sister hesitate and quickly leaned in again and planted a solid kiss on her sister, again using her tongue inside her sister's mouth. Only this time it was returned in kind as Cassidy felt her sisters tongue play over hers. But Cassidy quickly broke the kiss, wanting to get onto the main event. "Come on then, go...get in your room." Cassidy said to her sister, but this time the smile didn't leave her sisters face.

"Ok Cas...I'll be waiting then." Cynthia stated as she looked at her sister, and then rushed off to her room closing the door behind her quietly, leaving Cassidy standing in the living room alone. Cassidy took a deep breath and calmed herself as she turned toward the hallway and the spare room.

"Ok here I go." Cassidy muttered, half wondering if she thought or actually said it as she walked to the hallway.

John lay quietly in the bed, looking up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. He knew what would probably be coming any time now and he dreaded it. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, weather he would stop her or go through with his promise. That's why he had locked his door and went to the spare room early...to keep from seeing his daughter, but more importantly...having to try and say no to her face...or her body.

So it was over an hour later that he heard a soft knock on his door. He lay in the bed, stupidly trying to still his breathing; half thinking his daughter would know he was awake if she heard his breathing through the door. And about a minute later another knock, slightly louder this time. John felt his heart beating a mile a minute, wondering if it would jump out his throat as he waited in the dark for the next knock, knowing she wouldn't give up that easily. So it was he jumped slightly when he heard her voice softly through the bottom of the door and the floor.

"Dadddddy!" Cassidy cried out softly as she leaned down, her face to the floor. She then knocked louder this time, louder then she knew she should be doing with her mother sleeping just 25 feet away, but she was feeling desperate now. She waited a few minutes at the door, her eyes now tearing up and she almost felt panicky as she starred at the door. "DAAADDDYYY!" She cried out quite loudly then softly beat her knuckles over the wood of the door, not now caring if her mother heard her. "Dammit dad...I know you can hear me! You PROMISED!" She moaned out softer this time, though certain her father could hear her and was awake after all her pounding. But she was surprised when the door came open...not her fathers but her sisters ten feet away.

"Cas! You're going to wake mommy!" Cynthia moaned as loud as she could to her sister as she walked up to her. She saw Cassidy was now openly crying as she stood at the door. "Come on Cas...he's not going to answer. Come on!" Cynthia muttered pleadingly as she grabbed her sister arm and softly tugged her toward her room. At first Cassidy resisted but then gave way and followed her sister to her room. Cynthia closed the door behind them both as her sister threw herself at Cynthia's bed, crying hard now.

"But He promised!" Cassidy muttered into the pillow as she cried. Cynthia nibbled her bottom lip as she moved to her bed and gently sat beside her sister, unsure what to say. "He had to have heard me...he promised." Cassidy intoned again as she lifted her head to look over at her younger sister, her eyes red and wet. Cynthia shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know Cas, maybe he was asleep..." Cynthia offered to her sister lamely. Cassidy gave her a look saying what she thought of the explanation. "Ok, he... he knew you were there. Maybe he thought the timing was wrong?" She again offered a lame excuse, thinking what her sister was thinking, that their father had just changed his mind. 

"What am I going to do Cindy if he has changed his mind, am I suppose to stay a virgin till he decides I've waited long enough for him?" Cassidy asked her sister, half talking to herself as she sat up on her sister's bed. Cynthia got a strange look on her face and then her eyes grew wider.

"What do you mean...you're a virgin? How could you be a virgin?" Cynthia asked knowing, or at least thinking that with as many boys as her sister had dated in the past two years that her sister was a bit of a slut. Cynthia's face must have said as much as well, because when Cassidy stared at her sister, she grew angry.

"Just because I've gone out a lot doesn't mean I've fucked them, I'm still a virgin dammit!" Cassidy said angrily at her sister, standing up, almost as if to strike her. Cynthia looked down and felt her face grow very hot.

"I'm sorry, I just assumed...I'm sorry Cas." Cynthia offered as she timidly looked up at her sister. She then moved over to her sister and hesitantly gave her a hug. "I'm also sorry you and daddy...didn't...you know, at least not tonight." Cynthia said and thinking she shouldn't have as she broke the hug, expecting her sister to break into sobs again. But Cassidy just sighed, shrugged her shoulders, and sat back heavily onto the bed behind her.

"It's ok I guess. I mean I can't force dad to have sex with me...well, maybe I can, but I wouldn't have really ever told mom that he tried to rape me or anything. I love him too much to hurt him like that. I just...just wanted a kinda different love from him is all." Cassidy offered as she looked at her sister, her eyes tearing up, and a forced half smile on her face. Cynthia noticed her sister trying to cheer herself up and wanted to help her. Cynthia then began grinning hugely when she thought of an idea to do just that.

"Well Cas, if daddy doesn't want to play with you, maybe we can..." Cynthia said as she moved her hand to cup over her sister's crotch, pressing softly into her sister. Cynthia was feeling very nervous, not because she didn't want what she was doing, but because she was a very passive person and was forcing herself to be aggressive, and hoping her sister responded positively to her advances.

"No Cindy...I don't feel like it right now." Cassidy said softly as she shook her head as she looked away from her sister. Cynthia almost removed her hand, but noticed her sister not only didn't try and remove her hand but also ever so slightly opened her legs so that her hand had easier access. She softly bit her lip as she continued to press her hand into her sister, now even beginning to rub over her sister's pubic mound.

"Ciinnddyyy, come on...stop..." Cassidy pleaded softly to her sister, though even she had to admit her body was responding to the simulation from her sister's hand. Cassidy always knew she had an over active sex drive, having to finger herself almost daily, many times several times a day. So it was that her breathing grew rapid and her legs opened wider of almost their own accord. "Ummmm...Cindy...stop!" Cassidy grunted out, feeling her small supply of resolve slipping away.

"Uh-uh" Was all the reply Cynthia said in reply as she pressed her fingers hard into her sister where she knew her clit to be, causing Cassidy to gasp out loudly and Cynthia to smile broadly.

"Oh shit...fine then, help me take my jeans off then dammit!" Cassidy moaned out as she lay back and unbuttoned her pants and lifted her butt and watched as Cynthia removed her pants and panties together, sliding them down her legs and tossing them in a corner. Cassidy closed her eyes, thinking her sister would continue with her manual assault, but was surprised when nothing happened. She opened her eyes to look at her sister as Cynthia just starred at her hips. "Well...you wanted this?" Cassidy said, a bit peeved now that her body was ready for sex...and not getting any!

"It's just...I've never seen another girls...you know, her...pussy...like this." Cynthia muttered, feeling a bit lost in the moment.

"You want to stop? NOW?" Cassidy uttered to her sister, feeling frustrated, but smiling at her shy sister.

"No, that's not it..." Cynthia said softly as her face turned scarlet and hid her face under her hair as she looked down.

"Then what dammit?" Cassidy growled at her sister. Cynthia snapped her head up, thinking her sister was angry, but seeing a bemused smile on her face. Cynthia knew that her sister wasn't mad at her, at least not now.

"I just...just want to look at it. Close." Cynthia said shyly, her face glowing red as she looked with lust at her sister. Cassidy chuckled softly as she flopped back on the bed and then looking back up opened her legs very wide and dramatically for her sister.

"There... satisfied?" Cassidy grinned at her sister as she looked through her spread eagle legs. Cynthia blushed even deeper, but grinned back at her.

"Only if I can take pictures." Cynthia offered jokingly to her sister.

"You can if you want to Cindy." Cassidy said seriously, her grin fading to only a soft smile and Cynthia knew she was serious.

"Maybe later..." Was all Cynthia could mumble out, looking at her sister, feeling light headed with what was happening. Cassidy then sat up and grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her face close to hers, looking deeply into her eyes, then moving in and kissing her. Cynthia felt her tongue invading her mouth, welcomed it and returned the gesture to her sister. Cassidy then broke off and flopped back on the bed, again spreading her legs wide.

"Ok, look away." Cassidy said as she nodded to her sister. Cynthia hesitated a moment, then moved her body fully between her sisters legs, her face just inches from her sisters crotch. She was fascinated, looking from all angles at her sisters slit, noticing that the longer she looked the wetter her sisters labia got.

"God, you're really getting wet!" Cynthia muttered as she looked up from her sister's pussy. Cassidy's body shook as she laughed.

"It'll get even wetter if you play with it silly" Cassidy giggled at her, moving her hips in circles playfully at her sister.

"Well duh." Was all Cynthia could say as she looked back down, moving her hand up and cupping it over her sister's lips, and then slowly running her fingers down the whole length of them. Cassidy's body shuddered at the motion. Cynthia starred intently at her sisters dripping mound as her fingers played over and parted the outer lips of her pussy. She smiled every time her motions enlisted a soft moan or sigh from her sister. After a minute of her manipulations, Cynthia pulled back her hand and looked at the running juices covering her hand and fingers. She lowered her head to smell her hand, then after inhaling the heady smell, brought her hand to her lips and licking some of the juices onto her tongue, finding her sisters taste much as to her own.

"Well are you just going to lick your fingers, or are you going to try it from the source?" Cassidy said playfully as she leaned up and grinned at her sister's actions, leaning up after Cynthia had stopped touching her pussy with her fingers. Cynthia just looked up at her sister, her lips still wet from licking her hand. She then looked down at Cassidy's thrown open legs and back to her sister's face, and then just threw her head down and planted a kiss on her sister's clit, eliciting a soft laugh form Cassidy. "Well, is that allll...? Cassidy started to say, but stopped when she felt her sister starting to lick her clit in earnest. "Ohhh Jesus, shit yesss!" Cassidy further elaborated when she felt Cynthia grab her legs and begin to lick her hard and fast.

Cynthia surprised herself with her aggressive behavior, she felt positively animalistic as her tongue played over her sister's labia and even pushing into her pussy, tongue fucking her and causing Cassidy to moan and writhe. Cynthia could tell by her sisters actions that she would soon orgasm...something that the new feeling Cynthia wanted very much.

"Ohhh yess, yes...that's it...use your tongue...uummm...tongue fuck me...mmmmmm...oh shit, slide in...uuuhh...some fingers...mmmm!" Cassidy panted out to her sister, sliding her hips closer to her sister as if to get more of her sister's tongue inside herself. After a few seconds she felt two of Cynthia's fingers begin to slide into her and felt a flood gate rupture as her sister's fingers went deeper while her tongue still played over her clit and into her outer lips. "Ohhh yess, yeessss...there...there...uuuhhh yyyaaa...uuhh shit yes...uuhhh...mmmmmmm...AARRRGGHHH!" Cassidy grunted out loudly as her orgasm hit her.

Cynthia continued to ravage her sister's tender slit as she writhed in orgasm, licking and sliding her fingers deep into her. But near the end, Cynthia lifted her head and starred in amazement at her sister, still convulsing as her fingers still slowly penetrated into her. After a few more seconds Cassidy gave one last shudder and moaned deeply.

"Uhhh...I needed that. Thanks Cynthia." Cassidy said as she sat up slightly, looking at her sister, and then laughing softly at what she saw. Her laughing caused Cynthia to blush deeply, with her thinking she was being laughed at for something she did wrong, and she looked away from her sister. "Cynthia...I'm only laughing at your face...your covered in girl goo. Well I just thought it funny is all. I'm sorry...here let me help..." Cassidy said as she quickly sat up and grabbing her sister's head, brought her mouth to her sister's face and began licking her juices off her sister's lips, chin, and nose. Cynthia giggled; Cassidy's tonguing tickling her face as well as the silliness of the situation. Cassidy then reached down and began tickling her sister's sides, causing even deeper laugher from her sister. After a half minute Cynthia was panting for breath.

"Stop...enough...can't...breathe!" Cynthia tried to say between breaths. Cassidy stopped but then brought her face close to her sisters.

"Ok, but I thought you might want me to tickle you...here!" Cassidy said as she moved her hand quickly down and playfully half tickled- half stroked her sisters love mound through her nightie.

"Ohhh, yes please." Cynthia moaned aloud, growing quite serious, very much wanting her sister to return the favor.

"I thought so." Cassidy muttered as her hand rubbed over Cynthia's labia, feeling her sister's lips part through the fabric of her night gown. Cassidy softly growled in desire and moved her hand quickly inside Cynthia's panties, feeling her sister's extreme wetness as her fingers became drenched with the contact. "You're so fucking wet Cindy!" Cassidy moaned out, receiving a simple nod as her response. Cassidy smiled at her sister, then sunk two fingers deep between her sisters budding pussy lips, causing Cynthia to gasp deeply. Cassidy thrust her lips forward and captured her younger sister's ecstasy, her tongue invading her mouth. Cynthia moaned as she felt the double penetration of her sister's fingers and tongue.




Have Faith... Ch. 03



"Ohh...god..." Cynthia panted out, braking away from her sister's kiss so that she could breathe. She writhed as Cassidy fucked her fingers in and out of her pussy, but she wanted more of her sister's mouth...just not at the lips they had been at a moment ago. Cynthia wanted to know what it felt like being licked, having never experienced it from a boy and certainly not another girl. "Lick me!" Cynthia said in a pleading tone as her hands pushed softly against her sister's head, causing Cassidy to smile broadly. Cassidy moved her body down further and immediately placed her mouth above her sisters finger filled pussy.

'You want me to lick you huh?" Cassidy asked teasingly.

"God yes Cas...please hurry, I'm so horny!" Cynthia moaned out to Cassidy, her hips thrusting upward of their own accord to try and meet her sister's lips. A second later when Cynthia felt her sister's tongue as it began to flick over her clit, Cynthia felt in heaven. "Oh god Cas...lick me...ooohh sssooo good Cas...oh God Cas, never...never felt anything so good!"

Cassidy liked the feel of her sister against her tongue. She had never been with another girl, having only had hand jobs and oral sex with boys, but she certainly had liked what Cynthia had done to her just minutes ago with her fingers and mouth, and wanted to give her the same pleasure now. But Cassidy also wanted to be careful with her sister as she could even now feel her sister's hymen still in place and she didn't want to be the one to break it. Cassidy had hers accidentally broken when a boy she had been with was too rough with his fingers, and she was quite mad, wanting her father to be the one to do the honors. So Cassidy decided to remove her fingers and just use her tongue on Cynthia, as her fingers rubbed her sister's clit.

"What...why...oohh...that's good too. Ohhh yeah...tongue my pussy Cas...oohh god, I'm close sis...soooo close!" Cynthia said as she noticed the change in tactics on her sister's part. She could now feel her sister's tongue writhe and stroke deep inside her and decided this was better then fingers. "Ohh god Cas...tongue feels...like eel...oohhh god...oohh I'm going to...cum...oohhh god...ahhhh...ohhh cum...oohhh ahhhh....UUUHHHHH!" Cynthia grunted out as the strongest orgasm of her life rushed upon her. Her body jerked and spasmed as her pussy clenched so hard it hurt. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Cynthia cried out loudly as her body shot up from the bed reflexively, her stomach muscles bunching up with the strength of her orgasm. So it was she didn't notice she was drowning her sister.

"Oh shit..." Cassidy uttered out when the first squirt from her sister shot into her mouth causing to try and swallow and gag at the same time. When the next spray from her sister's cumming pussy hit her, her mouth was closed and it rebounded up her nose and into her eyes. "SHIT!" Was all Cassidy could say as she closed her eyes and sputtered as her body shot up from between her sisters legs, wiping her eyes with both hands as she did. After a few seconds she opened them and saw her sister coming down from her orgasm, though still panting heavily with her eyes closed and her legs shaking visibly. "What in the hell did you do that for!" Cassidy asked sternly from her sister as she looked down at her. Cassidy was still wiping her nose and cheeks off when her sister opened her eyes after a few more seconds and it finally registered what her sister had said.

"What?" Was all Cynthia could think to say after she realized Cassidy had asked her a question. She was still coming out of her extremely powerful orgasm and looking at her sister through her legs was a bit weird. As she looked at her sister Cynthia couldn't figure out why Cassidy was so wet on her face and even into her hair.

"Did you pee on me or something?" Cassidy asked her sister as she noticed her hair was wet as well as her face. She also noticed a huge wet spot on her sister's bed. "I think you peed your bed...and me!" Cassidy said as the anger drained from her. She figured that even if Cynthia had peed on her, it was just because she had too strong of an orgasm. Cynthia shook her head at her sister, knowing she hadn't peed but she knew something had happened...Cassidy was all wet, as well as her own legs, and a huge area on the bed was soaked. Cassidy looked at her sister's wet legs and bent over and smelled them. "It doesn't smell like pee...Oh shit Cyn...you're a squirter!" Cassidy said as she began laughing softly, sitting up. Cynthia looked at her dumbfound, then she drew a hurtfully expression on her face. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I don't like you laughing at me." Cynthia said softly as she looked away from her sister and tried to cover herself up with her arms and close her legs. 

"Cyn, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to laugh at you. It's just you can squirt when you cum is all, some girls do that I've heard is all. I wasn't trying to get you upset. I don't mind it...though it is messy." Cassidy said as she looked down at the bed and felt her hair. She laughed then, and then looked at her sister. "But its ok sis...I really wasn't laughing at you."

"It sure seemed to me you did." Cynthia said, looking up and dropping her arms and legs slightly. Cassidy looked at her and frowned.

"Well I guess I'll have to show you I wasn't laughing at you." Cassidy said as she reached out and opened her sister's legs and bent back down and quickly began licking anew at her sisters still dripping slit, causing Cynthia to gasp in surprise and pleasure. 

"Oh God Cas!" Was all Cynthia could get out as she again felt her sisters wonderful tongue against her. It took only seconds for her body to respond and shortly after she felt another orgasm rush at her. "Ohh Cas...Im, Im gonna cum...Cas...oohh....oohhh...UHHHHH!" Cynthia again felt her stomach knot up and her legs spasm as she felt a warmth run through her entire body and then her orgasm blew through her...and past her sister.

"MMpphh!" Was all Cassidy could utter as another rush of liquid blew into her face and mouth. She continued to lick and drank down what flew into her mouth, but her face was soaked, as well as the bedding anew. She continued to lick the soft lips as the squirting passed and her sister's pussy was now just extremely wet. Cynthia's legs jerked and quivered around her head and she heard her gasping for breath as she relaxed and her legs dropped to the bed. Cassidy leaned up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Well, I think your covers defiantly need to be washed." Cassidy said, a smile on her face as she looked at her sister between her open legs. Cynthia raised her head to look back at her.

"And you need a shower." Cynthia suggested, seeing her sisters face and hair thoroughly coated with her spray. Cassidy chuckled. 

"I think I just had one." Cassidy said as she looked at her sister lying on the bed, her legs splayed open, before her. She giggled softly at the sight. "Might as well use them to clean you up before we take them off to wash." Cassidy said as she used the sheet to wipe her face and hair, then leaned down and began wiping off her sisters legs.

"I guess I'm a mess as well huh?" Cynthia said then yawned aloud as her sister continued to wipe her down. 

"Tired?" Cassidy asked her sister, and then suddenly moved her hand with the sheet over her sister's crotch. "Did I tire you all out?" Cassidy grinned as she put soft pressure over her sister's pussy mound, eliciting a soft moan from her sister.

"Cas...that feels good, but I am really sleepy..." Cynthia said and yawned again to illustrate her point, causing Cassidy to chuckle slightly.

"Ok then sleepy head, you stay here and put more covers on your bed and I'll go put this in the wash...probably take a shower as well." Cassidy said as she gathered up her sister's covers as her sister got up and went to her closet. Cassidy threw her clothes on as she looked at her sister starting to place new bedding on her bed while still in the nude and couldn't help but think how pretty her sister was, even if she was a tad skinny and not as curvy as herself (or even her mother she pondered). She peeked out the door and then headed to the laundry room across from her own room. She placed the soaked covers in the wash, then placing other items in from the hamper so as to not make it look odd about her sisters bedding being in the wash by themselves. She then moved to the bathroom and hopped into the shower, rinsing off. It wasn't uncommon for her to take a shower after work so her mother wouldn't think anything of it if she noticed the shower on. After the shower, Cassidy dried off and wrapped the towel around herself and walked back to her sister's room, opening the door quietly.

"Hmm...figures." Was all she murmured as she saw her sister sound asleep, the light in her room still on. Cassidy walked in, turned off the light and covered her sister up and kissed her softly on the lips, causing Cynthia to move slightly. Cassidy smiled as she walked back out and closed the door. She glanced down the hall and hesitantly walked to the spare bedroom and stopped in front of the door. She reached up to knock softly on the door and stopped. If her father was asleep or didn't want to be with her tonight, she wasn't going to change it this way she figured. Cassidy felt her eyes tear back up as she stood before the door and placed her hand on it. "But you promised..." Was all she muttered to herself as she turned and moved next door to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Her bed creaked as she tossed herself onto it and began crying. She fell asleep later, her cheek resting on the damp pillow, her eyes too sore and sleepy to stay open any longer.

The next morning, Monica awoke to find she was the first one up. She looked at the other side of her bed, reminding herself her husband was still sleeping in the spare room. She sighed deeply as she went to wake the others. But when she went to wake Cynthia, she begged off getting up now, saying she felt sick and she told her mother that she might throw up if she ate anything. Monica looked disappointed, knowing her youngest daughter was the only one in the house she could expect to normally go with her to church.

"You sure you're not feeling well this morning? Monica asked, knowing it was a silly question. "You'll miss a wonderful day at church." 

"I'm sure mommy; I really am not feeling good. My tummy is all jumpy and I feel nauseous. If I go I might throw up and then you'd have to come home. Cassidy is home today, she can take care of me if I need help." Cynthia said, lying through her teeth at her mother, something she hated doing, but really wanting to stay home and see what would happen at the home with her mother gone. She tried her best to look as sick as possible. Her mother looked very sad at the thought of her daughter not going.

"Oh...well ok sweetie, you stay here. I'll go wake your sister and father and tell them you'll be staying home. They can watch over you today." Monica said, assuming that the rest of the family would stay home from church as they usually did. Monica covered her daughter up fully and then went to wake her husband and found the door locked. Monica didn't know what to think at first, but then thought that her husband had locked the door against her coming to talk to him last night. She then knocked on the door fairly hard, feeling herself growing angry. When John opened the door, he could tell his wife was angry. 

"I was waking you up to see if you wanted breakfast, but I'm not really in the mood to make it now. I'm just going to shower and grab something on the way to church. Cynthia said she isn't feeling good, so you and Cassidy please check on her..." Monica quickly blurted out and turning hurriedly, she marched off back to her bathroom to shower; leaving her husband speechless, wondering what was going on. Then he had a sudden thought about WHY his wife might be so mad. He closed his eyes, silently cursing and praying at the same time. It crossed his mind that Cassidy might have made good with her promise and said something to her mother after his refusal to open the door last night. He felt slightly faint and sick as he entered back into the room, closing the door behind him as he sat on the bed to catch his breath. After a minute he felt better and he decided he needed to know if Cassidy had said anything, so he went to wake his daughter.

Cassidy was sleeping peacefully, having a pleasant dream when she felt the earth start to rumble. Somehow she knew in her dream it was just someone shaking her awake and she struggled to open her eyes and awaken. After a second of blinking her eyes against the morning light coming from her window, she saw her father above her, his hand softly shaking her awake. She smiled slightly at him, then had a sudden thought of why he might be waking her and then she shot up in bed, instantly awake...and excited. John rose up as she did and quickly spoke, looking back again to make sure he had closed her door behind him.

"Cas? Cas, did you say anything to your mother, about...us?" John asked her quickly, but softly, trying to keep his heart in his chest as he spoke and trying even harder to keep his voice calm. Cassidy kept smiling for a second, and then her expression grew puzzled.

"What do you mean dad?" Was all she could think of as her father look intently at her. He took a deep breath.

"Did you tell your mother about us, like you threatened to do yesterday?" John asked her more bluntly, a slight nervousness creeping into his voice. Cassidy still looked very puzzled, but she shook her head vigorously. 

"No, no way daddy. I wasn't...I really wasn't going to do that. I just wanted...you..." Cassidy started to say and her voice cracked, thinking about last night and her not being able to talk to him or see him after she gotten home. She fought back the tears, though she saw her fathers face became less stern as he looked at her.

"Ok so you didn't carry out your threat...listen I'm sorry...I'm sorry bout last night, but I knew if I even let you in to tell you we couldn't keep...things would've gotten out of control." John blurted out, not knowing what to tell his daughter, seeing her beginning to cry.

"But you promised daddy!" Was all Cassidy could intone as she looked up at her father, her tears streaming steadily down her cheeks now. John sighed deeply as he looked at his daughter, and wanted to hold her...partly to comfort her for crying, and partly for other reasons, but he restrained himself, knowing if he embraced her things might get out of hand. He could only lamely reach up and wipe her tears away with his fingers as he looked at her. "Listen, after your mother leaves we can try and talk, but not in here, not in your bedroom." John said, trying to think of how to handle the situation.

"But daddy..." Cassidy started to say, but her father quickly threw his hand out and softly covered her mouth.

"Not here and not now. I really, really can't talk more about it for a bit." John said and sighed in frustration as he dropped his hand and had to force himself to turn and quickly walk out of her room. As he closed the door behind him, he could clearly hear his daughter crying openly in deep sobs. John felt like a total shit as he walked down the hall and into the living room. He forced himself to turn on the TV to try and drown out some of the thoughts racing through his head. John wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there, but he heard his wife enter the room behind the couch where he sat. He felt her hands on either side of the couch where he sat.

"Was there anything you wanted to talk about, I was about to leave for church." He heard he say softly, also feeling her leaning down and felt her place her chin on the top of his head. He sighed softly, but didn't know what to say, or where to even start, but knowing she was trying to reach out to him in her own way. He slowly turned his head and looked up at her. He fumbled for something to say.

"I...I don't know. Just have a good day." Was all he could say, knowing it was probably one the worst things to say at that moment. She looked down at him, almost aghast, then just shrugged.

"Ok, well you have a good day too." Was all she said, fighting back an angry remark? She then hurried up and left the house, being careful not to slam the door on her way out. John continued to look back the way she had left till the door closed behind her.

"Fuck!" Was all he said, though to him that expressed volumes, as he turned back to mindlessly watch TV. It was almost an hour later that he heard one of his daughters open their door and come out, though he had no passing of the time. He was actually glad when he saw it was Cynthia and not Cassidy as she stepped out of the hallway.

"Morning sweetie, feeling better?" John asked, remembering his wife's comment. He thought his youngest daughter looked normal, least she didn't act sick, she even smiled deeply at him after his comment.

"Yes daddy, I'm feeling fine now, all better." Cynthia said as she looked at him. "I'm going to get a drink daddy, do you want anything?" She asked him as she made her way to the kitchen. He shook his head.

"No thank you Cyn." He said as she walked past him and into the kitchen, his eyes looking her way again as she entered the kitchen. He felt better now, thinking it less likely that Cassidy would try anything if Cynthia was up, especially if she came back into the living room with him. He smiled again as she came back out into the living room, glass in hand and sat down on the couch with him, lifting her legs and placing them in his lap as she often did, even as she sat the drink on the side table. John thought that with everything Cassidy was doing, Cynthia placing her legs in his lap might not be a good idea, but he didn't want to change what he normally allowed...it might seem strange and arouse suspicions he figured. And what John feared would happen, probably more so because it was on his mind, happened. He felt himself beginning to grow erect under his daughter's legs. He groaned softly, cursing the luck he was having the past few days. But luck had nothing to do with it, Cynthia knew that her legs across her fathers lap might get him hard, it had a few times in the past and Cynthia tried to increase the odds by doing anything to have her legs shift and move across his lap, such as reaching for the glass or such. 

"You sure you don't want a sip daddy?" Cynthia asked him again as she reached back to grab her glass and bring it to her lips. She took that time to move her leg across his growing member and press into it as she did. Cynthia felt it shift inside his pants as she settled back to her seat. Her father only shook his head as he pretended to watch TV. She smiled behind the glass as she took a sip of her soda. She heard him grunt softly and he looked over at her.

"Cyn, I need to get up and use the restroom." He told her and started to push her legs off of his lap. She moved them the rest of the way as he started to get up, and she watched him as he walked off toward the hallway, his pants obviously tented down his leg line. She fought back a giggle as her eyes followed him. She heard the bathroom door close softly as he entered and she turned back to half-heartedly watch TV, not even knowing what was on at that moment. After a few minutes Cynthia heard the door open and looked up too see her father...and saw Cassidy standing in the hall, looking at her. Cynthia noticed her face and saw it fall in disappointment, then turn to almost anger as she stood there.

"Cas, what's the matter?" Cynthia asked her sister as she walked into the room and practically threw herself onto the couch. Cassidy glanced over at her, her eyes teared up slightly. She started to open her mouth to say something, but right then the doorbell rung, causing them both to jump. Cynthia quickly got up and went to see who was at the door. When she opened it she saw the preacher's wife on the porch. "Mrs. Granger?" Cynthia asked, not sure why the wife of her mothers preacher was at the door...on Sunday of all days.




Have Faith... Ch. 04



"No, no, no...not with her!" Cassidy muttered softly to herself as she looked through the crack in the curtains at the scene in her house. Cynthia had reached the window first and peaking in, gasping out just as Cassidy came up behind her. Cynthia had even tried to stop her from looking; pushing her older sister gently, but Cassidy moved her out of the way, knowing something was up with how her sister had reacted after peaking in. Cassidy started crying immediately at what she saw inside. Barbra, had her skirt pulled up to her waist, her ass completely visible from the front window as she straddled the girls' father as he sat in the middle of the couch. Cassidy could even hear faint moans coming from both of them as she spied from outside. "How can he being doing that...with her!" Cassidy said quite loudly and Cynthia quickly grabbed her and pulled her back into the bushes, away from the window.

"Quiet Cas...they'll hear us!" Cynthia uttered in a harsh whisper.

"I don't care if that witch hears me. I ought to kick her ass!" Cassidy told her, anger now replacing some of the grief of what she had seen.

"Cas, I don't like this either, I wanted daddy too, remember." Cynthia said as she tried to calm her sister, even though she was upset about what her father and the reverends wife were doing as well. Cassidy shook her head.

"Not as much as I did or as long Cindy...he was my dream man! Now I've lost him too that...BITCH!" Cassidy growled out, and Cynthia saw such hatred in her sister's face that she grew fearful for a second of what she might do. 

"Cas?" Cynthia said to her sister wondering what she had rumbling around her head.

"What?" Was all Cassidy muttered, too lost I her sadness and anger to think clearly at that moment.

"You aren't going in there are you?" Cynthia asked her; worried her sister would do something stupid. Cassidy shook her head.

"No, it might embarrass them, but dad would be pissed as hell at us...at me, and I'm not sure if it would make anything better." Cassidy explained quietly now, thinking about the situation. "I think I have an idea. Come on; let's get back to the car." She told her sister and then started walking to where she had left her car. She had parked the car about six houses down from theirs, so to lessen the chance they would be caught spying on their father. Cassidy quickly reached the car, her body filled with anger and an idea about how to deal with what happened. Cynthia, moving slower then her sister, walked up a moment later.

"So what's this idea?" She asked as she reached her sister and her car. 

"Get in the car; we're going to wait till that woman leaves." Cassidy told her sister, her voice tight with anger. Her sister looked at her, worried.

"Are you going to run her over...because I'd rather not go to jail?" Cynthia asked her worriedly, only partly joking. Cassidy made a grunting noise and looked at her sister, but gave her a slight smirk.

"It's a thought, but...NO! We're just going to sit here till they finish...and she leaves our house. Wait till she pulls out in her car and then we follow her." Cassidy told her sister, glancing back to where they had been.

"And then?" Cynthia asked her softly.

"Then we run her over." Cassidy told her, her face serious for a second, and then she started grinning at her sister's look. "We aren't running her over, though I'd like too." Cassidy said in passing. Her sister wasn't amused.

"I think you're nuts." Cynthia told her and Cassidy just nodded in agreement as they both smiled. "You do have a plan though...right?" She asked her sister as they both kept looking at their house.

"I think so; just have to see if she goes home...afterward." Cassidy said softly. They both sat in the car, mostly quiet, both wrapped in their own thoughts as they waited. About forty-five minutes later Cassidy pointed out the front window. "There she is." She said as she got ready to start the car.

"No running over, right?" Cynthia asked her again, but her sister only gave her a dark smirk in answer. "Fun." She muttered as she sat in the passenger seat and fumed at her sister's attitude of not explaining to her.

"Trust me, ok? I was right wasn't I, that something was up to begin with?" Cassidy asked her sister, and Cynthia just nodded in reply as she kept watching out the window. "There she goes." Cassidy muttered as she started the car and slowly started following where Barbra went. The trip quickly ended when Cassidy saw where the car stopped...back at Reverend Granger's house. Cassidy had a huge grin on her face as she stopped the car a few houses down and they watched the older woman get out of her car and walk into her house.

"What now?" Cynthia asked in frustration, usually not very outspoken or aggressive, but she was worried and a bit angry at her sister at the moment. Cynthia had a feeling they were about to get into trouble.

"Now I go and talk to her." Cassidy explained as she parked the car and turned off the engine. 

"And me?" Cynthia asked in trepidation.

"You sit in the car." Cassidy told her and then quickly got out, not waiting for an argument or reply. She did look back when she reached the porch, but her sister only gave her a dirty look. She knocked on the door. Cassidy heard footsteps coming her way shortly after and waited for the door to open.

"Oh hello Cassidy, what are you doing here?" Barbra asked, startled at the teenagers appearance at her door. 

"Can I come in?" Was all Cassidy asked as she looked at the older woman. Barbra looked puzzled but nodded.

"Yeah, I guess." She said as she stepped aside and let the girl into her house. Cassidy walked in ahead, into the living room off of the entrance. Barbra followed, wondering what was up with the teenager. 

"Mrs. Granger I know about you and my father." She told the woman as she turned too look at her.

"What?" Barbra sputtered out, not expecting the girl's statement, but recovering quickly. "What are you talking about Cassidy?" She asked the teen, thinking she was guessing. Cassidy smiled at her.

"I want you to stop seeing my father...or else." Cassidy threatened her. Barbra grew angry, then quickly amused.

"Or what?" Barbra asked the snooty teen before her.

"Or I tell your husband about the two of you and you can get a divorce." Cassidy told her in a threatening tone and the woman gave her a dark look. "I saw both of you as you were humping like bunnies on our couch!" Cassidy announced, her anger now showing clearly to the older woman. Barbra was now quite angry...and amused at the teen.

"Really...tell my husband...a divorce? How shocking!" Barbra replied, sounding anything but shocked. The teen had surprised her at first, but she was now confident she knew the girl's game.

"Yes, if you keep seeing...fucking my father, I'll tell him!" Cassidy told her again, breathing heavily, her heart racing. 

"Ok...tell him baby. You tell my husband, and I tell your mother about you and your father!" Barbra told the girl and took pleasure at the girl's expression. "Yes, I'll tell her all about you two. I think she'll enjoy hearing all about just how loving you two have become." She continued saying, loving the vision of horror on the young woman's face.

"NO! How do you know about that?" Cassidy shouted out, feeling sick and more anger then she had ever known before. Barbra actually laughed.

"Your father let it slip when we talked and I guessed the rest...it wasn't hard with a sexy thing like you. I bet you're a regular firecracker huh?" Barbara told her, baiting the teenager, enjoying the girl's reactions. Cassidy's face was a livid red at the moment and she felt vaguely like passing out.

"You bitch...SHUT UP!" Cassidy growled out, balling her fingers into fists, Barbra looked at her, still smiling.

"Why should I, are you going to cry if I don't...or if you don't get to play house with your daddy and..." Barbra taunted the teen, expecting what the girl would do. Barbra had taken over two years of defense courses after her husband started receiving threats years back, so he made sure she could defend herself if need be. As she watched the young woman, she had placed herself in a stance to defend herself. So when Cassidy took a swing at her, she was ready and side stepped it and grabbing the teenagers arm, twisting her around and slamming the teen into the nearby wall, knocking a picture from its mounting.

"AAAAARRGGHHHH! Let me go!" Cassidy cried out to the woman. But Barbra just continued to solidify her hold on the teen, kicking her leg back and immobilizing it with her own. Barbra remembered about the teen's leg...having even visited her in the hospital twice when her husband had visited her, so she used that leg against the teen by placing it near the wall so she couldn't push off with it. She also grabbed the teens other hand and brought it around to the back with the other one. "Goddammit...let me go!" Cassidy screamed at the woman.

"Or what, you threaten me some more with hollow threats. If I want to see, or even fuck your dear daddy's brains out it's not your call, it's his and his alone. Your father is a real man and I want that right now." Barbra told the teen, her own face pressed into the teens shoulder as she held her in place. Barbra noticed the girl's sweat and her perspiring smell as they both breathed heavily from the brief struggle. "God I don't know how your father resisted you, you are extremely lovely." She told the teenager as she restrained her. Barbra leaned further in and smelled into the girl's hair.

"What are you doing?" Cassidy said, feeling and hearing the woman sniff her hair. Cassidy shivered as she felt the woman's face over her hair and neck. "Let me go!" She screamed out yet again trying to push herself off the wall and failing as the woman pushed her back.

"Yeah, so you can swing at me again...no thank you." Barbra said, then using a hand to hold one of the teens arm and her body to wedge the other, Barbra loosed her other one and brought it to the girls face, turning her head slightly. "God you are beautiful, Cassidy. Your dad is an idiot for not fucking you." Barbra told her then looked down at the teen's body. "Jesus, you have great breasts." Barbra said and slowly brought her hand around the teen and cupped it over one of Cassidy's breasts. Cassidy tried to move again, but the woman had too good a hold of her.

"Let go of me, you sick bitch!" Cassidy spouted out at the woman, feeling Barbra's groping becoming more assertive. Cassidy gasped aloud when she felt her nipple being pinched and pulled, and without thinking she ever so softly pushed her hips back into the woman, stopping herself after she noticed what her body was doing.

"Holy shit, you are actually enjoying this?" Barbra said with a huge grin. Cassidy shook her head, but Barbra just reached over and tweaked the teenagers other nipple, causing it to come quickly erect. Barbra could feel the teen start to breathe harder.

"Stop it you pervert!" Cassidy yelled at the older woman, unable to get away from her.

"Pervert? Who's the one who wants to fuck her father? Her father with a huge...enormous cock!" Barbra said teasingly to the teen. "I bet you're wet from me tugging on your nipples...let's check!" Barbra said, and quickly moved her hand and unbuttoned the girl's jeans. Cassidy started struggling yet again, but Barbra still held her and pushed her into the wall even tighter. "Hold still!" She told the teen.

"Stop it you sick bitch!" Cassidy yelled, shaking her hips as she felt the woman's hand start to slide into her pants. Cassidy jumped when she felt the hand reach, then start too slide into her pubic hair. "Oh my god Barbra, please stop!" She begged the woman, not wanting her to touch her private areas. She gasped as the hand slid over her clit and stopped.

"Ah, the mighty love button, let's see what this does!" Barbra said with a grin as her finger began to fly over the teen's clit. The reaction was immediate, Cassidy threw her head back and her hips shot back, Barbra even thought the teen opened her legs slightly wider. "Oh, that is definitely the go button isn't it." She muttered out as her hand continued to fly over the girl's clit. She listened as the teen began to make small gasping, moaning noises, and even saw the girl close her eyes and her mouth open.

"Ohh...please...stop!" Cassidy begged as she panted out. She wanted the woman to stop, but her body betrayed her and she had no control over it. "Ohh god...no...no...Ohhhhhh...ooohhh...AARRRGGHHHHHHHH!" Cassidy screamed out as an orgasm slammed into her. Barbra grinned as her fingers kept up their assault on the girl and she watched her cum.

"That's it baby, fucking cum! God this is hot!" Barbra said aloud, wishing she could finger her own pussy now as well. Cassidy gasped loudly one last time then relaxed, breathing hard against her. Barbra stopped rubbing the girl's clit, but instead slowly and gently slid two fingers into the teenager's sopping wet slit.

"Oh god...please no..." Cassidy begged weakly, having little strength to fight off the woman's fingers, in fact she felt her own legs open wider to accommodate her. Cassidy moaned aloud as the fingers started going deeper into her. "Oh my god...deeper!" Cassidy resigned herself to the invasion and decided to enjoy what was happening to her. Her actions surprised even the older woman.

"Jesus you are one hot little thing aren't you?" Barbra purred out as she slid her fingers to the hilt into the girl. She then leaned in and began kissing Cassidy's neck, leaving little hickies along the way. "Your father is an idiot, how could he not fuck you!" She threw out, seeing in her head that exact picture.

"Oh my god..." Cassidy purred out, giving herself completely to the sensations that Barbra was giving her, opening her legs even further, as far as her jeans would allow at any rate. She heard the woman's words and her heart jumped in her chest "Take my jeans off please!" Cassidy told her, needing to cum again and the mention of her father being inside her made her want more. Barbra smiled at the teenager's hormones.

"Like a younger version of me..." Barbra teased as she released the girls arm; half expecting her to bolt or jump away, but Cassidy stayed and was still enjoying the woman's fingers inside of her. But Barbra removed them as she turned the teen to face her as Cassidy groaned at the loss of them. "I have a better idea then fingers..." She told the young woman as she looked into her face.

Cynthia had long since passed impatience and into being pissed off. What was taking her sister so long? Hell, she didn't even know what exactly her sister was going too do inside...talk to the reverends wife she said? Then a sudden fear chilled through her and Cynthia actually wondered if her sister was capable of killing the woman out of desire for their father. She started sweating with terror thinking about what was going on inside the house. She had to find out she figured and shakily opened the car door, closing it quietly. She walked slowly up to the door. She felt like passing out as she tried the doorknob, finding it unlocked, she silently opened it and peered inside, half expecting to see blood smeared on the walls.

When she didn't see or hear anything, she tip toed inside, closing the door behind her as her heart threatened to tear itself out of her chest as her blood boiled in fear. As she came close to an open room she began to hear soft noises and bumps. It sounded like a struggle to her and she walked forward even slower then before. Finally as she started to see into the room she saw slight movements from the edge of her vision. She walked forward a few more steps then froze at what she saw before her, unable to believe it. What she looked at beguiled description at that moment and she was totally stunned.

She saw the Reverends wife, kneeling on the floor, her body forward as her head was between her sister's legs. Cassidy had her legs spread wide and she was completely nude, her knees pressed into her breasts and chest. Cynthia could now clearly define the sounds she had heard before...the moaning of her sister as the woman slurped loudly on her sister's seemingly wet pussy. The bumping was coming from the couch as the older woman pressed harder to get at her sister's dripping pussy. Unable to stop or even know she was doing so, Cynthia let a soft cry escape her lips at the scene. "What the hell!" She finally muttered, unable to hold it in any longer. Both Barbra and Cassidy quickly looked at her. Barbra looked completely shocked and abashed for a few seconds. She finally recognized Cassidy's younger sister.

"Cynthia?" She said, she out of sorts at why the girl was here. "I can explain..." Not sure of what to say, not sure if she should be worried. Both Cassidy and her sister laughed, though for different reasons. Cassidy because she figured that Barbra didn't know her sister was outside, and Cynthia because the awkward situation made her nervous, she was glad no one was dead, but more so because the older woman was dripping her sister's juices from her gapping mouth.

"She came with me Barbra." Cassidy stated calmly, breathing heavily at that moment because the woman's mouth had again brought her close to orgasm before her sister's entrance.

"Does she know...?" Barbra looked at the young woman, her legs still tugged tightly to her chest. Cassidy nodded.

"Yes, she knows...everything!" Cassidy told the woman, almost boasting. Barbra looked surprised.

"Everything?" Barbara asked again and Cassidy nodded.

"Well I don't know everything, like what's going on? I thought you were just going to talk to her...?" Cynthia asked her sister, befuddled and amused at her sister's current position.

"It can wait till after I cum...I was close dammit!" Cassidy said, and then reaching out, grabbed the older woman's arm to pull her between her legs again. Barbra laughed as she took her previous position and Cynthia saw the woman start to lick and suck yet again on her sister.

"Some talking...can I get some 'talking' later?" Cynthia muttered out in a grin as she looked on. Cassidy grinned at her as she panted. 

"You didn't get your...ahhhh...your ass beat too get this talking!" Cassidy, panted out breathlessly. 

"She beat you up first, now she's licking your tinkle?" Cynthia said, reverting to her childish words, unsure of the woman before her.

"Yep...ohhh...yes...explain...later..." Cassidy muttered out as her body started to jerk at Barbra's licking. Cynthia looked on, not knowing how to respond to her sister getting tongued by the woman she claimed to hate just an hour or so ago. Here she was worried that they had killed each other inside Mrs. Granger's house, only to walk inside and see her sister getting her jollies with her. Cynthia didn't deny to herself that she was becoming wet watching the pair, but she felt uneasy joining them or getting naked herself at the moment, and just sat down in the chair across from them to watch...that and softly press her pants into her crotch with her fingers. She sat up and looked closer when she noticed her sister's body begin to jerk. 

"Ohlick...faster...almost...uuuhhh...there...uuuhhhh...yyessss...AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cassidy cried out as the woman's tongue took her over the edge yet again. She worked her hips, bucking to meet the wife's flying tongue as she played with the teen's sopping wet pussy. In half a minute, it was over and Cassidy lay on the couch panting, while Mrs. Granger sat on the floor between the girl's spread legs, wiping her face dry with her hands, a smile on her face. She looked at Cynthia and she actually blushed at the audience, causing the young girl to laugh at her.

"Don't be shy on my part, though I would like to know what's going on? Cas, I thought you were mad at her?" Cynthia asked her sister, looking over the kneeling woman between them. Cassidy opened her eyes and looked at her sister, then at the woman at her feet. "I was...I am. I didn't do this...she did!" Cassidy told her sister and both of them looked at Barbra, who laughed softly. "She damn near tore my arm off...then she molested me!" Cassidy said loudly, again growing angry. Barbra, shook her head, but remained on the floor.




Have Faith... Ch. 04



"You tried to hit me if you will remember, I only defended myself and as for the groping, I was just playing...teasing. At least until I saw how you reacted, I couldn't believe I was restraining you and you still got excited over me groping your breast. I couldn't help but get wet myself then!" Barbra, said, and Cassidy blushed as the older woman looked on, as well as her sister.

"It didn't look as if you weren't being force Cas..." Cynthia told her sister with a small smirk on her lips, she was incredibly horny and wet from the free show and wasn't as timid as normal. Her sister gave her a dirty look as she reached over, pulling a pillow from the couch to cover herself as she sat there. 

"Why did you do that...grope me and all? I asked you to stop..." Cassidy asked the older woman, and watched as she got up and took a seat next to her on the couch.

"I already told you, I was just playing...you kind of pissed me off with your attitude, coming into MY house and bitching me out...ordering me to stop being with your father. Then swinging at me! I was getting you back for making me mad, then I got curious...and more then a little wet! If you had kept protesting I would have stopped and let you go, but you didn't and too be honest at that point I was...and still am horny as hell!" Barbra explained to them, looking form one to the other of the sisters. 

"Are you going to keep seeing my dad?" Cassidy asked her bluntly. Barbra looked at her for a few seconds.

"I don't see why not." Barbra said quietly, but saw the immediate results on Cassidy's face. Anger shaded her face, though Barbra could see tears forming in her eyes.

"You have your husband...I only have my dad..." Cassidy said in a cracking voice. She then hugged the large pillow before her and didn't look back at the older woman. Cynthia moved to sit next to her sister, the other side of Barbra. Barbra honestly felt bad for the teenager, though she had no mind to change her decision. She looked at the sisters as they embraced.

"Just because your father and I are having sex doesn't mean..." Barbra suggested but was cut off by Cassidy.

"Yes it does! He already has stopped himself from being with me. Now if he has you too keep him satisfied, there is no way I will ever get a chance!" She told the Reverend's wife. 

"Nor me." Cynthia muttered quietly, and Barbra looked at her in astonishment.

"You want to have sex with your father as well?" Barbra asked her, but it was Cassidy that answered.

"Yes. She was the one that caught him masturbating, not me...though dad thinks otherwise. So he told you bout me huh?" Cassidy asked her, wanting to know how much her father had betrayed to the woman.

"Not everything it seems...though enough." Barbra said, looking at the girls as they snuggled together on her couch. She then had a thought. "What if I could help you...both of you, get to be with your father?" She asked them and both looked at her in surprise.

"How?" Cassidy asked her.

"Why would you do that?" Cynthia asked, thinking the woman had an ulterior motive.

"Too be honest...because it makes me wet! I told your father he was an idiot for not fucking you, and I think he was. Maybe I can help remedy that." Barbra suggested, and both the girls were grinning their heads off. Barbra then grinned at a sudden thought. "I only want two things in return." She told them with a wicked grin, and the sisters thought she might want money or something in return from them.

"What is it?" Cassidy asked a bit sarcastically, expecting to not like the answer.

"Just that I get to lick both of your sweet pussies...but only after one of you licks mine first! My panties are soaked!" Barbra said and didn't wait for an answer as she lifted her hips to remove her panties from under her skirt. The sisters laughed, but both nodded. 

"Ok." Cassidy said and then started to move to the floor, but Cynthia softly pushed her back to the couch.

"Hey, you already had fun, it's my turn now." Cynthia said with a grin as she began giggling as she looked at Barbra's now bare legs and hips. Even from several feet away, she could tell how wet the woman was. She took a position between her legs and leaned forward, stopping to glance at her sister. "Besides, I want to lick up daddies cum..." Cynthia said in a teasing voice. Cassidy sat up and looked between the woman's legs, seeing the dripping mess there.

"Move over!" Cassidy quickly got on the floor as her sister began licking Barbra. The older woman laughed as both the girls butted shoulders to try and get at the father's deposited cum within her. She didn't have the heart to tell them that the juices were mostly hers...she had long ago used her fingers to lick up most of what he had left inside her. But she wasn't complaining as she felt alternating tongues at her pussy and clit.

"Oh god...never had a girl licking my pussy before, much less two! So much better then my husband ever was." Barbra commented between moans as the girls switched out between her legs. Cassidy looked up at her...Cynthia was currently licking the older woman's slit. 

"With how you acted, I thought you were an accomplished lesbian." Cassidy told her, only being slightly patronizing. She then leaned back down and began kissing the woman's thighs, still glancing up at her.

"No, that was just a decade of...uuuhhh...horniness speaking. Never licked pussy before...till yours!" Barbra muttered out as her breathing increased. She began to toss out soft moans and grunts as the sisters continued their assault of her pussy. When Cassidy pushed her sister over she moved her fingers in and inserted two to the hilt into the woman as her mouth covered her clit. "Oh god yes...that feels so good!" Barbra told her as the digits filled her and Cassidy's tongue made tiny circles over her clit. Cynthia rose up and knelt on the couch next to Barbra and leaning over her, engulfed one of Barbra's nipples. "Oh god girls! Oh Jesus Christ! Ohhhh yesss...uuummmmmm...gonna cum...uuuhhhh...fin...ger...harder...ahhhhhhh...UUURRGHHHHHH!" Barbra cried out as the girls working mouths and the incredible thought of two teenagers licking her overwhelmed her. She closed her legs onto Cassidy's head as her body jerked and shook as she cried out. She even grabbed Cynthia and held her tight to her bosom, griping the young girls with great strength as her body bucked. "UUUUUUUGGHHHHHHH!" Barbra gave one final growl then collapsed, releasing the girls from her orgasmic crush. Both Cassidy and Cynthia pushed up as they were let go, catching their breaths and in Cassidy's case, her sore ears and mouth.

"I couldn't breath there Barbra." Cassidy panted out as she sat up.

"Death by boobie!" Cynthia suggested as she started laughing, and all of them chuckled.

"Oh my god, that was awesome, almost as good as having your father inside of me." Barbra told them, and Cassidy's face lost its smile.

"I wouldn't know about that." Cassidy muttered out.

"You will soon, I promise. I'll make sure he fucks you silly." Barbra told her quietly, as she lay on the couch, still catching her breath.

"And me too?" Cynthia asked, leaning over and teasing the woman's nipples with her tongue, causing Barbra to giggle.

"And you too, though I was thinking..." Barbra started too say, looking at both of them. "I think it should be just your sister at first." She suggested, and when Cynthia started to object she held her hand up. "If you both show up to have sex, he might be more likely to say no...be more freaked out. Let Cassidy go first, and then after the door is open, you can come in later in a manner of speaking. But Cassidy should be first." Barbra told them and Cassidy nodded, but her sister still looked unhappy about it.

"Why can't I go first, I discovered daddy wacking off first and told you Cas. You would never have started this except for that!" Cynthia said in a whiny voice, Barbra grinned, knowing the girl was just trying to play up the little girl act to get her way.

"And you know I've been waiting for this for years...I already told you that! I should be first! Besides, dad knows nothing about you wanting him, if you showed up saying 'Daddy, please fuck me!' he would totally freak out...and you know that. We agreed that I would go first and I would help you with him after I was already there with him. Come on?" Cassidy asked her sister to stop her argument, and she nodded, though Cynthia had a huge pout on her face. Barbra grinned, but ran her hand through the young teen's hair. 

"Cheer up, you WILL be with your father, even if it's a day or three behind your sister. You will, I swear." Barbra told her and the girl looked up at her and nodded, but still frowning. "Maybe I can lick your sweet pussy would that make you feel better?" Barbra suggested, and Cynthia fought to contain a grin, but then it broke through with a nod of her head. Barbra laughed as did Cassidy.

"Believe me Barbra; she's as bad as I am...don't let that innocent face fool you. Hell, she might even had it planned so one of us would do that to her too 'cheer' her up." Cassidy said with a smile, but her sister just stuck her tongue out at her with a grin.

"I was not, though I certainly need it now...I'm soaked through!" Cynthia said, lifting her hip and letting Barbra slip off her clinging jeans and then her panties, which were indeed very wet in the crotch. Barbra playfully placed her sister's panties over Cassidy's face, causing them all to giggle as Cassidy at first tried to avoid the act, and then after, inhaled her sister's smell and taste from off the material. Barbra then looked down at Cynthia and her spread legs, at the feast before her.

"Oh god that looks good!" Barbra muttered out as she slowly leaned down and inhaled the teenager's smell. But Cynthia grew impatient and thrust her hip up to meet the woman and Barbra just forwent the preliminaries as she began licking the teen.

"Is your husband home?" Cassidy asked quickly, thinking she heard a car outside. Barbra's head shot up as she too listened and did in fact hear what she thought was her husbands loud SUV in the drive. She then heard it shut off and knew they had only seconds. 

"Shit! Grab your clothes, follow me! Hurry!" Barbra cried in a whispered panic, grabbing her own clothes and walking quickly to her bedroom, the furthest room in the house from the front door. They all reached her bedroom just as the front door opened, Barbra peaked out and saw it open, her husband following. She ducked back and silently closed and locked the door behind her, seeing the girls standing there numbly as they breathed quickly. "Well get dressed girls!" She uttered too them, herself slipping on her own clothing. In half a minute they were fully dressed, though still breathing heavily.

"What now?" Cassidy asked her, almost in a panic. Barbra took a deep breath, then thought of something. 

"The same excuse your father used on you two...you came here to discuss your family. Thought I could help." Barbra suggested, but when Cassidy gave her a frowning look, she shrugged. "Hell I don't know, it's the best I have. I don't think he will suspect we just had lesbian sex. Believe me, sex is the last thing on his mind! Come one, we need to get out there...or it will be suspicious!" She told them and opened the door, walking out into her hallway. They stiffly walked out and into the living room and saw Reverend Granger looking at a picture that lay broken on the floor. 

"Barbra, what happened...oh hello?" Steve asked his wife, noticing the two teens behind her. "Who?" He asked, his wife, at a loss for a moment, not recognizing them in his startled state. 

"Ah sorry honey, this is Cassidy...Monica Morgan's daughter and her..." Barbra started to say.

"AND Cynthia, I'm sorry I should have recognized you but you surprised me. I didn't see you at service today, but your mom was there, in fact we just said goodbye to each other a bit ago." Steve told them, wondering why the girls were there. "Oh my manners, how are you and Cassidy doing...I haven't seen you in a long time Cassidy!" He rambled on, glancing at the two girls, thinking they looked flushed or out of breath.

"They just came by to talk about a few things." Barbra told him, rather lamely she thought as she spoke the words. 

"About?" he asked his wife.

"Personal stuff Mr. Granger...you know girl things." Cassidy told him, her heart beating a mile a minute about lying to a Reverend to his face. His wife just nodded, but he still looked confused. But he accepted it as being outside his realm being male.

"Ah ok. What about this picture Barbra...?" He asked his wife, indicating the fallen picture of a painting he had hanging in the living room. The glass was cracked where it had landed. 

"Oh I stumbled and accidentally knocked it down a bit ago after I got here Mr. Granger." Cassidy tossed out before Barbra could respond.

"Yes Steve, we just forgot about it as we talked. It was an accident." Barbra told him, feeling nervous now. He looked at her funny.

"Barbra, can I talk to you in private?" He asked his wife, his face looking stern and the girls had a huge urge to not be there anymore. 

"Listen we need to get going Barbra...umm...Mrs. Granger." Cassidy told the couple. The sister's started toward the door when Barbra turned to them. 

"Stop just outside girls...I still had a few more things to tell you ok?" Barbra told them then walked closer to her husband. The girls looked at each other at what she said but Cassidy muttered to Barbra they would. They waited for only a few minutes outside the closed door until Barbra emerged and joined them, closing the door behind her. Her face was deeply flushed, but she grinned as she joined them. "I thought I was busted for sure!" She said quietly as she drew close.

"Did he figure that we...?" Cynthia asked hurriedly in a soft voice, afraid of what might happen if the Reverend knew. Barbra shook her head.

"No...not about us...about me! He saw the wet spot on the couch and thought I had been...you know, fingering myself in the living room." She told them and they all giggled at the mental picture and in general relief.

"I take it he doesn't approve of you doing that?" Cassidy asked her frankly.

"Oh hell no, he hates that I have to pleasure myself, thinking the one or two times a year we do it should be enough for his wife! But I think he was more upset I might have stained the couch! He really hates that I have sex toys, he thinks they are sinful..." Barbra told them chuckling. "But that's not why I stopped you from leaving. When is the best time for us to try and cajole your father Cassidy?" Barbra asked her bluntly. The teen looked at her for a minute in thought.

"Next time would have to be Wednesday...when mom goes to evening services. Even if she goes before then, it won't be certain when she will return; Wednesdays she's always late getting home, like around nine o'clock or later." Cassidy told her and Cynthia half nodded.

"Same with Steve, he is often even later then that. Is Wednesday ok to try and get your father?" Barbra asked the older girl and Cassidy grinned and nodded.

"But you haven't told me how you plan on it yet?" Cassidy asked and looked uncertainly at the woman.

"Well first things...Cynthia I'm sorry sweetie but you will have to be somewhere else, or like your sister said...you'll freak him out that first time. After he warms to a little daughter action you can join in. But Wednesday you need to stay away from home." Barbra told the young girl and she looked unhappy about it, but nodded. "Cassidy, you have to be away as well but come back into the house, let's say a bit less then an hour after I arrive...to see your father. I'll tell him I want to come over Wednesday and ...well, as for the rest I think we can wing it. I'll come up with more in the next two days." Barbra told them and Cassidy nodded eagerly.

"I hope so Barbra, there isn't much there." Cassidy told her teasingly, and Barbra grinned.

"True, but after I get your father worked up, I don't think you joining will be much problem. Like you said and I noticed, he barely has kept you at arms length, and I don't think it will take much to pull him in. After he gets that huge cock inside your tight pussy...well, that's all it will take." Barbra muttered out and she could see the teenager shudder at her description of what would happen.

"God I hope so Barbra, I am so ready for it!" Cassidy said, practically panting. Barbra looked over at the sullen sister and embraced her, and after looking back to check on the closed door, pulled her back into the doorway and gave her a deep kiss. Cynthia was surprised at first, and then melted into the woman as she accepted the woman's, tongue and used her own to return the favor on the lady. Never one to be shy once worked up, Cynthia raised her hand to Barbra's breast and quickly pinched her large and pointy nipple. Barbra gasped aloud as she broke the kiss and looked at the young teen in her arms, a huge grin on her face. "My god you are both so hot, I wish you were my daughter's. I would have fucked you long ago!" Barbra gasped out, her breathing fast again. Both of the sisters chuckled.

"We need to get going Barbra, mom should be home by now and your husband awaits." Cassidy indicated past the door. Barbra rolled her eyes.

"Don't remind me!" Barbra said and then quickly gave them her cell number and got theirs in exchange in case anything came up. They then quickly embraced each other, normally...and the sister's walked to Cassidy's car and were in minutes pulling into the driveway. As Reverend Granger had said, their mother was indeed home...her car being in the driveway as proof. The girls looked at each other as they got out of the car and entered the house. Seconds after both of them entered and closed the door, their mother walked into the living room.

"Hi girls, have a good time out?" She asked as she walked up to them and gave each of them a hug. The sisters looked again at each other, the same thought in their heads...their mother was in a good mood.

"Yeah mom, we had fun...just went to the mall and looked around for awhile." Cassidy offered up to her mother in explanation. Their mother looked a bit surprised.

"Ah, you didn't go see a movie then?" She asked them as she started walking back into the kitchen. 

"Umm, no, we just didn't feel like a movie, mom. So we just hung out at the mall. How do you know about us going to the movies?" Cassidy asked their mother after glancing at Cynthia, who shrugged, not knowing how their mother knew either.

"Oh, your father told me after I got home, said he didn't know when you would be home. He said he had a good talk with Mrs. Granger while we were gone. I hope it helps...well...you know, with things." Monica stuttered out, talking about her and John's problems, but the girls grinned and had to contain giggles as they were picturing other 'problems' of their father.

"Well I'm sure Mrs. Granger helped dad with lots of things." Cassidy said teasingly, and Cynthia's eyes grew wide and she softly slapped her sister's arm, not believing her sister's brass. 

"Well your father said they talked for a couple of hours and that he hoped that settled some things." Their mother said from the kitchen, seemingly unhearing or uncomprehending as too what her daughter had said.

"So where is dad?" Cassidy asked her quietly as she followed her mother into the kitchen, stopping at the doorway.

"He went into his den, but he might not want to be disturbed. He looked like he wanted to do some thinking, he seemed preoccupied." Monica told her, and thumbed at the door near her daughter. Cassidy looked at the door and figured it would be better to not disturb her father right then. She had wanted to talk with him about Barbra, though now Cassidy thought that might have been a mistake...she might have let something slip and that would have made things worse. She glanced at her mother as Cynthia walked behind her and stood in the kitchen to listen to them.




Have Faith... Ch. 04



"You missed a good sermon Cindy, Reverend Granger was in good form tonight." Monica told her daughter, though she also glanced at her eldest child as she started preparations for dinner. "Want too help me fix dinner...ether of you?" Monica asked them, still smiling and in a good mood from her talk with her husband.

"Naw, I'm going back to my room...I still don't feel great from yesterday." Cassidy told her mother, completely lying to her mom, but not even caring if she knew. Monica gave her a glance that told her she did figure she was lying to her. But she gave Cynthia a smile figuring her youngest would work with her. 

"How bout it Cindy, help your mom slave away?" Monica asked her daughter with a grin. Cynthia almost answered yes but wanted to talk with her sister.

"I really wanted to talk to Cassidy about some things mom..." Cynthia started to tell her mother and Monica's face fell slightly, though she still smiled at her daughter.

"It's ok sweetie, you go talk with your sister." Monica said and watched Cassidy turn and walk out, followed by her sister, hesitating a few seconds in guilt. Cynthia caught up to her sister just as Cassidy reached her own room.

"My arm still hurts where Barbra twisted it." Cassidy told her sister as she walked up to her. Cassidy opened her door and walked inside, followed by Cynthia, closing and locking the door behind them. "Momma's little one disappointed her!" Cassidy teased her younger sister, slipping for a second back into old routines. Cynthia softly punched her in the sore arm. 

"Lil bitch!" Cassidy muttered out with a grin, holding her arm in mock pain, and then quickly reaching up with the other hand grabbing, and pinching one of Cynthia's nipples. Cynthia giggled as her sister assaulted her breast.

"Hey you deserved that!" Cynthia said in protest then felt her sister's grip soften on her nipple, only pulling it now instead of pinching it. "Oh my god...I deserve this though!" Cynthia moaned out, looking at her sister and reaching out and grabbing Cassidy's other hand and placing it over her other breast. "Please!" She muttered out, obvious with what she wanted from her sister. Cassidy grinned at her sister.

"This what you wanted to talk to me about?" Cassidy asked her, now gently twirling her sister's nipples between her fingers. Cynthia nodded as she placed her own hand over her jeans and started rubbing her crotch through the material.

"Mmmhhhmm, you bet! I didn't get to come while we were over there. I am so wet...feel!" Cynthia said and taking one of her sister's hands, drove it inside her pants. Cassidy pushed it down until she felt her sister's pubic hair and found the hair matted with moisture. Cassidy laughed at her sister's condition.

"So you just wanted to talk about it?" Cassidy teased her, causing her sister to give her a groaning whine.

"Noooooo, I wanted you to use your mouth for something else! I'm dying here!" Cynthia muttered to her sister, her legs squeezing Cassidy's hand, wishing it would go down further. Cassidy grinned at her, but nodded.

"Ok, but we'll you'll have to be quiet with mom and dad both in the house." Cassidy said as she reached down and started to unbutton her sister's pants. Cynthia giggled as she watched her sister strip her. "And we'll have to be fast, so no playing around...at least until later tonight." Cassidy told her with a grin and Cynthia laughed.

"Believe me...I won't last long Cas." Cynthia said as she raised her arms as Cassidy pulled her shirt off. She then hurriedly unhooked her bra, throwing it onto the floor. She then hurriedly backed up and onto her sister's bed and lay down, her legs hanging over the side. Cassidy quickly followed, dropping to her knees before her and raising her sister's legs over her own shoulders.

"God, you are a mess down here!" Cassidy muttered out with a grin as she stared at her sister's wet pussy. Cynthia responded by grabbing her sister's head.

"God will you shut up and lick me!" Cynthia growled out in need. Cassidy giggled as she leaned forward and Cynthia felt her sister's tongue as it started licking over her labia lips. "Oh god yes Cas...make me cum!" Cynthia growled out as her sister started licking her faster. She felt Cassidy's tongue penetrating her deeper, probing her. Then she felt her sister's thumb at her clit, massaging it. "Oh god Cas...lick my tinkle!" Cynthia told her as she stroked her sister hair as she continued to lick. She heard Cassidy giggle between her lags and felt her stop her licking.

"Jesus Cindy...call it a pussy or a cunt...not your damn tinkle!" Cassidy chastised her in a chuckling whisper. Cynthia giggled back, but also playfully slapped her sister's head and then pushed her back down with a grin.

"Cassss...just lick me!" Cynthia begged her as she tried to push her sister back down. Cassidy giggled as she again leaned back into her sister, and Cynthia again felt the tongue at her slit. Cassidy licked her hard now, wanting to get off her sister quickly. She moved up and slapped her tongue across Cynthia's clit, moving her hand up and starting to slide two fingers into her sister. "Oh God...finger me sis!" Cynthia whispered out, knowing they had to be quiet, though she knew she was getting loud. Cassidy continued the assault, ramming her fingers deep into her sister, but slowly even teasing sliding her tongue over Cynthia's clit. Cynthia groaned loudly, feeling the teasing licks building her up inside, ready to burst. "Uhhhh Cas...make me cum!" Cynthia groaned out as her legs rubbed against her sister, urging her to work harder. 

Cassidy giggled between her sister legs, but she started tonguing her sister's clit faster, her tongue now flying over the little nub, while her fingers now made squishing noises as they fucked in and out of her sister's pussy. In seconds Cassidy felt her sister's pussy clench up and her legs tense. "Uhhhh yes...yes...UUURRGGHHHH!" Cynthia moaned out as she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into her mouth as she came. Cassidy licked up the flood of juices that seemed to squirt from her sister every time she came. Cynthia's hips knocked against her sister's lapping tongue as she came, her orgasm blowing out and into her sister's mouth. "MMMMMMPPPHHHHH!" She screamed into the pillow as her orgasm reached even further heights and a new deluge coated her sister's face and bedding. But in seconds the flow eased as did her body, collapsing back onto the bed, her body twitching with each new lick that her sister was giving to her slit as she lapped up the still oozing juices. Cynthia had to push her sister's head away from her twitching pussy, as she was growing very sensitive. "Enough." Cynthia panted out, as her sister stopped and sat up between her legs.

"It still amazes me how much you come...I swear you're trying to drown me!" Cassidy giggled out softly as she wiped her face with her hand.

"Sorry...can't help...it." Cynthia gasped out, still catching her breath. But she did grin at her sister, as she watched her wipe at her dripping face.

"Well my sheets need to be washed again...good thing I stripped down as well or I'd have to wash them too." Cassidy commented as she looked at the foot wide spot on her bed. Cynthia giggled again and meekly lifted up to look at her handy work, laughing as she noticed the spot between her legs. 

"Sorry again." Cynthia told her again as she laughed, she about to say more when they heard a knock on the door. "Dinner is almost ready girls." They heard their mother say through the door. "Ok mommy." She said quickly, hoping she didn't try the door, their mother didn't like locked doors in the house. But they both heard their mother's steps as she walked away. 

"God, that was close." Cassidy muttered out as she looked at her sister. "If you hadn't finished when you did...mom would have gotten an earful." Cassidy finished with a grin at her sister. Her sister nodded.

"Well if you hadn't teased me so much and just gotten me off, like you said you were gonna do." Cynthia chastised her sister playfully, and then gave her a look. "Want me to return the favor?" Cynthia asked suggestively as she looked at her sister. Cassidy grinned at her but shook her head.

"Naw, I'm ok...I had a couple over there and we really shouldn't stay in here much longer. You get dressed and cleaned up, then head to dinner. I need to get new sheets on the bed...washing these." Cassidy explained to her and Cynthia nodded in agreement.

"Ok. You coming to supper?" Cynthia asked her.

"Yeah. Beside I wanted to talk to dad afterward anyway...if I can get him alone." Cassidy told her and Cynthia looked at her, worry on her face.

"Cas, don't ask him about..." Cynthia started to say, but her sister raised her hand to silence her.

"I'm not Cindy! I just wanted to talk about a few things is all...I wont bring up him and Barbra, at least not the sex. Hell if she does as she says she's going too...it'll probably be our best bet to get him too...too screw us." Cassidy whispered the last part softly to her sister in case their mother was again coming to fetch them for dinner. Cynthia nodded to her, though still with a worried look on her face. She hoped her sister didn't let anything slip as she talked. But she turned to gather her clothes and started to get dressed. Cassidy stripped the bed and replaced her own clothing as Cynthia prepared to open the door, seeing her sister fully clothed, she opened the door. Giving Cassidy a quick look, she walked out into and down the hall.

Cassidy quietly placed the dirty sheets deep into the clothes hamper, then grabbing new sheets from the hall closet, replaced them on her bed. Afterward, heading to the dining room table, seeing the others already there, with Cynthia still standing in the kitchen as she finished making her plate, Cynthia gave her a small smile as she walked behind her and grabbed a plate of her own, just as her sister finished and was about to sit down at the table.

"So do you think that talk with Barbra today...do you think it might have helped our situation?" Monica asked suddenly of her husband. John looked up at her suddenly, glancing at the kids before looking at his wife. He was flushed slightly as he nodded.

"I guess so...umm...we mostly talked about small talk, though we also went over a few issues." John told her as he fumbled slightly over what to say. It had been easier to lie to his wife without an audience, before the kids had come home. He heard a loud plate crash from the kitchen.

"Sorry, I dropped it...it didn't brake!" Cassidy muttered from the kitchen, but the parents could see Cynthia fighting back a smile on her face.

"But she said she would call when she wanted to talk more or had any ideas, so..." John said too his wife, hoping his open ended statement would satisfy her, he tried to go back to eating, his face quite red now. Monica just shrugged, but a big smile was on her face.

"Well I hope this helps things, I know we all have been having troubles of late." The mother said as she took her first bite of food. Cassidy walked from the kitchen and set her plate down at the table, giving her father a hard look.

"Well I hope this does help, I mean if this woman is going to disturb our house I hope it helps." Cassidy said with sarcasm, looking more at her father then anyone else. John got a little angry at her statement, but he was too guilt ridden at the moment to say a thing to her as he finished eating.

"Cas that is a mean thing to say! If Barbra takes the time out of her day to try and help us, we should be thankful of that...even if it inconveniences us somewhat. I hope she does settle some issues though." Monica chastised her daughter, and Cassidy gave her a 'come off it' look at first, but she then nodded to herself.

"Well mom, I guess so do I...settle some things after all. Maybe she can help." Cassidy stated, and then started to eat, almost violently. Monica looked at her eldest daughter and shook her head, not even wanting to know why her daughter was so upset. Her sister was fighting back a slight giggle as she ate, and Cassidy saw her and gave her a lopsided grin as she continued to eat. But the remainder of the meal passed quietly, the silence ringing in their ears. Cassidy finished quickly...not eating everything on her plate, and without saying a word, took her plate and cleaning it off in the kitchen, went back to her room. Her mother gave her a dark look as she walked too the hall. Cynthia then said she was done as well and in a more cheerful manner, did much as her sister had done and followed her down the hall.

She stopped by her sister's room and quietly knocked on the door, wanting to talk to her somewhat about the day. But there wasn't an answer so she knocked again. "Cas it's me...Cindy." She said through the door.

"Go away Cindy, I want to be alone ok." Cynthia heard her sister reply through the closed door. Cynthia stood silently for a half a minute looking at the door, thinking she knew what her sister was feeling, but she wasn't going to force herself on her if she did want privacy. She walked back into the living room, too watch TV.

Cassidy fumed in her room, going from tears to anger, back to tears at how she felt. She felt like yelling at her father, though she definitely knew that would be a mistake. So she stewed in her own juices for awhile, till she hopped her father would be alone in his study. About an hour later she emerged from her room and walked through the living room. Both her mother and sister were in there, both on the couch. Her mother on one end of it and Cynthia draped the length of it, her head in her mothers lap as they watched TV. Cassidy couldn't help but grin at her sister as both of them looked up at her as she passed and made her way to the kitchen. She stopped outside her father's study, knocking on the door softly.

"Dad, its Cas...can we talk?" She muttered out through the closed door. After a minute she was about to knock again when she heard it being unlocked and start to open. Her father opened the door wide and looked at her, but she didn't wait and walked into the room. He closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it, unsure that he wanted more company, especially with him not knowing what his eldest daughter wanted to talk about. She waited for him to finish locking the door and turn back toward her. "Dad...when are you going to stop avoiding me?" She asked him bluntly, causing him to give her his best impression of a landed fish for a few seconds.

"I haven't been avoiding you Cas." He said hurriedly trying to think. He caught her raised eyebrows after she heard his reply. "Ok, I've been avoiding you...but do you blame me after what you did." He told her in way of explanation. She quietly walked over and turned up the sound slightly on his TV, not wanting to be heard outside the room. She then walked near him, stopping in front of him as he looked down at her.

"I know I did dad and maybe I shouldn't have, but you didn't exactly try hard to resist me. You seemed to enjoy what I did...what you did! And you promised for us to do more. I don't want to be avoided daddy, if I knew you would do this I wouldn't have tried doing what I did. I don't want you treating me like a leper." She told him, coming close to tears as he looked at her. He sighed deeply as she looked at him and he stepped forward and embraced her. She then began crying in earnest as he held her.

"I'm sorry I was avoiding you, it's just...I kind of felt I had too Cas." He told her, and he felt her nod against his shoulder.

"I know daddy, and I'm sorry too, that I pulled that with you. I just kinda got lost in the moment." She explained as her tears started to stop.

"That was a hell of a moment Cassidy; you almost gave me a heart attack." He said with a slight chuckle, causing her to laugh softly as well and look at him.

"I should hope so...it's not everyday a young hottie throws herself at an old fart like you." She told him teasingly, laughing at his expression. He laughed as well.

"Old fart? I might be your father, but I'm not that old." He replied with a grin as she continued to laugh. He smiled broadly; liking her laughing...she hadn't much since the incident the other day. But he grew serious after a half minute and gave her a stern look. "You know I still can't let us do that again." He told her in all seriousness. She stopped laughing softly, but she still smiled slightly at him as she nodded.

"And I hope you won't get mad if I still try." She told him and he gave her a slight frown.

"Cas..." He started but she held her fingers over his lips.

"I won't threaten you like before or anything like that, but dad...we already committed incest, so as far as I see it we are just making each other feel good. Besides, you can't honestly think I would just give up after having a taste do you?" She told him and he tried to remain stern faced, but lost it after a few seconds, starting to chuckle at her and knowing she wouldn't give up. "I hope you like being teased a lot daddy." She told him in all seriousness. He stopped laughing and sighed heavily, though he was still grinning.

"I guess not, and I did hate avoiding you like I was doing. I felt...dirty doing it." He explained and she flashed him a huge smile.

"See daddy...it's fate." She told him then pulled herself up near his ear. "You're going to fuck me one day daddy!" She murmured into his ear and than quickly nibbled at his earlobe. He laughed and pulled back from her. But she quickly pulled herself close again and planted her mouth onto his and he felt her tongue invade his mouth. He was more surprised though that his own tongue responded to her and together they melded in his mouth. But she broke the kiss before he could push her back. "You'll see daddy, one day I'll have you." She told him finally as she grinned at him as she stepped back. He was still stunned for a few seconds before he straightened up and looked at her.

"Well...we'll see." Was all he could say lamely, still thrown off by her brazen attitude. Her being sad and tearful he could deal with, but her coming after him like a shark was another. "Maybe you should get in the other room, before you try something that I will have to get mad over." He told her as playfully as he could under the circumstance. 

"Alright dad." She said, nodding her head. She felt better now that she talked too him and made him agree that he had been avoiding her...maybe he would stop she was thinking. She walked to the door and he followed, letting her out. She looked back as he closed the door behind her and she thought she heard him sigh loudly through the door. She giggled to herself as she walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room. She looked at the other two occupants of the room and smiled, figuring she would join them. She walked in front of the TV, too the other side of the couch and looked down at her sister's legs.

"Want me to sit up Cas?" Cynthia asked as she saw her sister was head to the couch and not the chair. But Cassidy shook her head.

"Naw, just lift your legs up." Cassidy told her and grabbing her sister's legs, swung them around, then sat herself down, replacing Cynthia legs back on her own.

"You look like you're in a better mood honey." Monica told her daughter. Cassidy looked up at her mother and nodded.

"I am, I had a good talk with dad about some things and it helped." She told her mother openly, figuring she hadn't said anything she had to hide.

"Well I'm glad Cassidy. Is your father staying locked up in his room though?" She asked her daughter, hoping her husband would come out if he and their daughter had a good talk. Her daughter nodded her head.

"I think he's staying in there mom." She muttered as she turned and started to watch TV. Monica just nodded slightly at her daughter's statement. Cassidy was sitting there for a minute before she felt a soft tugging at her nipple and looked down, seeing her sister's toes as she rubbed them over Cassidy's breasts. The motion was slight and their mother hadn't caught it. Cassidy smirked at her sister, with Cynthia returning it with a grin, trying to stifle a giggle. Cassidy moved her hand and started to tickle her sister's bare feet as they lay on her lap. Cynthia began giggling loudly and trying to lift her legs, but Cassidy was holding them with her other hand and arm. 




Have Faith... Ch. 05



The next day passed quickly for Cassidy. She woke and went to work at her cashier job, getting home slightly after four o'clock that Monday afternoon. Cynthia was already home as usual...she usually rode the bus home from high school, though at times their mother would pick her up. Monica was home as usual, her not having a job for years now after quitting her job at the advertising firm when she became religious.

Cassidy saw that her sister was helping her mother around the kitchen as she got home. She said her 'hellos' and then went back to her room to relax. She half expected her sister to knock on her door, but Cynthia didn't. Later she thought she heard their father come home, though she decided to stay in her room and continue to read...she wouldn't be able to talk to him or do anything else with him with her mother there. But later Cynthia did knock on her door and told her supper was ready. She left her room and ate. The talk around the table was nothing important, dad recounting his work and Cynthia piping in a few things about school, Cassidy was silent not really feeling like talking. Later, she went back to her room, this time to listen to her music. About an hour after that she got a knock on her door and she got up to answer it, it was her sister and she let her in, she looked excited.

"Hey, daddy just got a call...it was from Barbra, he said afterward that she asked if it was ok to come over Wednesday. Daddy and mommy are talking about it right now in the kitchen." Cynthia told her sister in a huff. Cassidy smiled.

"Well that's good. I hope mom doesn't have any reason why she wouldn't..." Cassidy start to say but was interrupted by her cell phone ringing on the table. She walked over and answered it. It was Barbra giving her a call. "Hey it's Barbra..." She told her sister, who quickly grew even more excited. Cassidy smiled at her. Cassidy listened to what the woman said over the phone, at times answering her briefly, all the while Cynthia watching her sister, trying to listen, but not hearing anything of the conversation from the other end. Finally after a minute, Cassidy closed up her phone and held it in her hand.

"Yeah?" Cynthia asked her impatiently, wondering what they had talked about. Cassidy laughed at her sister's impatient attitude. 

"Calm down Cindy...she was just telling me that she had talked to dad and that he had agreed to have her come over Wednesday. Other then that she said it was open aired, that I would come in about thirty minutes or later to join in and you would have to be gone. She suggested you could go with mom...you often do go with her to church and that way she said you could call us when she started home." Cassidy explained to her and Cynthia gave her a hurt look.

"That's not fair Cas, you get to have all the fun and I get to play tattletale on mommy. I don't think I want to watch mommy knowing you're home with daddy and Barbra having fun!" Cynthia muttered out quite loudly, giving her sister a huge pout as she did. Cassidy motioned for her to be quiet.

"Cindy keep it down will you, one of them might hear!" Cassidy whispered out sternly to her sister. "Listen, we already talked about this and you know why you can't be there that first time. Besides it might be good to have you watch mom. I know she almost always stays till after nine, but maybe if you go with her to call when she does leave...well, it will give me more time with dad, you know." Cassidy explained to her sister, but Cynthia didn't look happy about it.

"I don't want to do that Cas, especially knowing you're with daddy...I'll be going crazy just sitting there." Cynthia told her. Cassidy frowned at her.

"Come on Cindy, please? I'll make sure you get your shot shortly afterward with him, I promise." Cassidy pleaded with her in whispered tones, being sure to keep as quiet as possible. Cassidy eyes begged at her sister, and she smiled when she saw Cynthia nod briefly.

"Fine, but you better make sure it's my turn with daddy, a day or two at most Cas, or I'm going to hit you I swear!" Cynthia told her seriously, though smiling slightly at the end. Cassidy grinned and nodded at her, and quickly hugged her.

"I promise Cindy, he will." Cassidy promised her, though even then she wasn't sure if she could get her father to do that for sure. Cynthia smiled at her hesitantly, then after a few seconds she flashed an even larger smile at a sudden thought.

"Still tired tonight, or can we..." Cynthia asked in a playful manner, causing her sister to immediately start to laugh. Cassidy nodded as she brought her hand up to caress her sister's face. Cynthia grinned at her response. 

"Horny little minks aren't you?" Cassidy said suggestively as she looked at her sister, both of them grinning. "I bet you're wet right now aren't you?" Cassidy asked mischievously and noticed her sister's smile fade as she grew quickly serious.

"God yes Cas...here...feel!" Cynthia said as she took her sister's hand and tried to force it down her pants. Cassidy laughed loudly again, but stepped closer to her sister and slid her hand inside Cynthia's pants and panties. Cynthia gasped when her sister's hand meet with dampness in her matted bush.

"God, you are already wet!" Cassidy commented as her fingers slid further down to surround her sister's pussy lips, quickly becoming slick with her juices. "But we don't have time now Cindy....it's too early! Dad or mom will almost certainly hear us if we..." Cassidy told her, but Cynthia silenced her by quickly pressing closer and kissing her. They both moaned as their lips messed and tongues started to twine together. Cassidy gasped when Cynthia broke the kiss a short time later.

"I know silly...I just wanted to come by later. You were the one talking about me being wet. So later is ok?" Cynthia said between breaths, grinning madly at her sister.

"Yes you can come by later...after mom and dad are in bed, though you'll have to keep it down with dad down the hall still." Cassidy said, and then sighed with a soft smile. "Now I'm wet down there!" Cassidy told her and they both giggled. Cynthia again leaned in and kissed her sister, both of them embracing the other as their bodies melded. Without meaning to, their hands started to roam over the other one's body and soon they were both panting and beginning to sweat from excitement. Cassidy then pushed herself away from her sister, fighting for breath. "We need...to stop...or...we'll get caught." Cassidy panted out to her sister. Cynthia nodded and grinned.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. Later then Cas." Cynthia quickly said and then hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her. Cassidy giggled at her sister's enthusiasm. Cassidy was just about to get up off the bed when she heard a soft knock on the door and she quickly got up to open it, thinking it was her sister again. She was a bit surprised when she looked up and saw her father before her.

"I have to ask you something?" John asked her daughter, but at the same time forcing his way into her room. Her heart jumped into her throat, wondering if he had changed his mind about them or something, but she grew worried when she noticed her father's serious face. "Please close the door Cas." He said as he turned back to her and she hastily closed the door and even locked it, wondering why her father was giving her weird vibes. 

"What's wrong dad?" Cassidy asked him nervously, watching him as he ran his hand through his hair. He shrugged at her question and seemed to hesitate for a second.

"Cas...Cas, have you told your sister anything about...you know...what happened? I noticed you two have been hanging around more then usual and both have been whispering a lot...more than normal anyway. I just get strange feeling that she knows what we did whenever she looks at me. Did you tell her?" He asked her quietly, hoping he was wrong, but his chest tightened when he saw her hesitate in turn. She then shook her head after a few seconds.

"No dad, I didn't say anything to her...maybe she suspects something, but I didn't tell her anything." She told him in a bold faced lie, hoping her expression didn't give away her falsehood. He stared at her as she talked and it unnerved her. "I swear daddy, I didn't tell her about us...we've just been talking is all." She explained further and he looked at her in earnest. 

"About what?" He asked her suddenly.

"Dad! Just stuff. I did tell her I was upset after you refused to see me the other night, but I didn't say why." She explained, hoping a half-truth would help. He looked at for a bit and then shrugged. "Maybe you're just feeling guilty for not giving into me?" She offered up playfully, trying to change the conversation before she let something slip. Her father actually laughed slightly at her suggestion.

"Ok, I guess I am just feeling paranoid with what happened. I'm sorry if it sounded like I was accusing you of something Cas, but I was just worried is all, with everything going on." He said as he gave a soft sigh, still smiling from her comment.

"Everything dad? What else are you talking about?" Cassidy asked him, thinking it was his turn to be nervous...and it worked, he looked rattled for a second as he looked at her. But he shrugged and shook his head at her.

"Don't worry about it Cas, just...nothing. I'm just glad you're sister doesn't know about...us." He said, and then took a deep breath. Cassidy smiled as she took a step toward him and looked up at him.

"Us daddy? Is there an 'us'?" Cassidy asked him suggestively as she placed her arms around his neck and drew herself closer to him. John cleared his throat slightly as he looked down at his very near daughter.

"Cas, us as in what happened, you know we can't go any further..." He told her but she interrupted him.

"So you say daddy, but are you sure?" She asked him and hurriedly pulled herself against him, kissing him. John felt her tongue in his mouth and he didn't hesitate to accept it as his own met hers. He griped her tighter, eliciting a deep moan from his daughter. He was lost for a few seconds until he felt her hand as it began to rub over his now swelling cock. He softly, but forcibly pushed himself away from her kiss and embrace. "Uhhhh...daddy!" She muttered in protest as she gently fought to remain in his arms. 

"No Cas! You shouldn't have done that. I already told you we can't, please don't do this." He said almost pleading with her as he fought to stop his heart from racing. Her face grew almost pained as she nodded to him.

"I know daddy, it's just hard is all, and I want you so bad!" She explained as he pulled back further from her, causing her to grin at his motion. "Jeez dad, I'm not going to jump on you." She said jokingly and they both smiled.

"I'm not so sure about that Cassidy, it seems like every time we're alone you try and molest me." He said in all honesty as he smiled at her. 

"Ok then, it's your turn to molest me then..." She suggested with a laugh and he chuckled as he moved to the door. He then looked at her more seriously.

"Thank you for not telling your sister about what happened." He told her and she grew serious in turn, nodding at his words. She felt bad she had to lie to him.

"Ok daddy." She said as he opened the door and walked half way out.

"You coming to eat?" He asked her, hoping he hadn't made her lose her appetite. She quickly moved up to him.

"I already tried to, but you wouldn't let me." She told him in a whisper, and then quickly took his earlobe between her lips and sucking on it for a second before pulling away. She noticed his eyes were closed at her gesture and she giggled. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

"That was bad sweetie!" he said and hurriedly looked down the hall to see if it was clear.

"Only for you dad." She muttered softly to him, giving him a quick smile as he stepped back and still looking at her, closed the door. She softly laughed as she heard his soft steps down the hall. "Oh I'm gonna get laid by daddy!" She whispered to herself as quickly left the room herself to go eat.

All through supper and after Cassidy kept looking at her father, noticing little looks he was giving her. She also noticed glances at Cynthia, often times then glancing back to her. Cassidy started to grow nervous, wondering what was going through her fathers head. Maybe he figured out she had lied to him in her room. After eating, Cassidy's tumbled emotions ran over into her stomach and she started to feel nauseous, so she excused herself from the living room and went to her room.

Later during the night, after her stomach felt better....though her mind was still thinking over what she had noticed and she was worried. She noticed it had gotten late, and heard her father head to the spare room, down the hall. A short time later she heard a very soft knock on her door and knew who it was. She got up and opened the door, letting her sister in. Cynthia had a huge grin on her face as she moved close to her and leaning in, kissed her. Cassidy returned the kiss, but with far less zeal than her sister's. Cassidy closed the door even as they kissed, breaking it to go sit on the bed a few seconds after. Her sister saw her worried face as she sat down facing her.

"Cas, what's wrong?" Cynthia said as she took a seat next to her sister on the bed.

"I know you're not going to like this Cindy, but we can't fool around tonight. In fact we shouldn't until after Wednesday when me and dad...." Cassidy started to say but was interrupted.

"What! Why?" Cynthia sputtered out, a bit too loudly. Cassidy covered her sister's mouth with her hand.

"Cindy, dad will hear you!" She whispered out to her sister, and then removed her hand. "Dad came in here after you left earlier and asked if I had told you about me and him. I said no, but I'm not sure he believed me. He might be watching us; he might even suspect we have been fooling around." Cassidy explained quietly. Cynthia looked a bit stunned.

"Do you think he actually knows about us?" Cynthia asked her, but Cassidy could only shrug. 

"I don't know Cindy, but I don't want to take anymore chances now that I am very close to having him Wednesday. We can't play around tonight, dad might find out." Cassidy said, and she watched her sister face go from worried to downfallen.

"Cas...I know, but you said we could..." Cynthia started out softly.

"I know sis, but I'm not going to chance it. Please...I'm sorry, but I can't risk it Cindy. Please understand?" Cassidy pleaded with her sister. Again her sister's expression flip-flopped, from being upset then to angry acceptance. 

"What am I supposed to do...I'm all hyped up...fucking horny!" Cynthia whispered fiercely, and then broke into a giggle at her own cursing, as did Cassidy. "Cas, my panties have been soaked for an hour..." Cynthia said in a pleading tone, and Cassidy had to stifle a deeper laugh, but she smiled at her sister.

"Cindy, I'm feeling the same way...my panties are wet as well...nnoooo!" Cassidy said then backed away from her sister as she drew closer to her. 

"Oh come on Cas, if you're that wet..." Cynthia said as she grabbed for her sister, as she stood off of the bed and away from her sister.

"You'll have to do what I do tonight...use your five little helpers." Cassidy told her sister and wiggled her fingers on one hand for effect, causing them both to laugh, but Cynthia suddenly grew serious again. "Listen I hate to throw you out, but dad may think we are doing something in here." Cassidy said and her sister gave her a hurt look as she stood up off the bed. 

"Fine, but I hope you get a cramp in your fingers." Cynthia told her sister with mean look on her face, but then quickly lost it as her mouth turned up into a pouting grin. "You sure we can't use our fingers on each other?" She said, raising her own hand, wiggling her fingers in mocking her sister. Cassidy laugh softly, but shook her head at her sister.

"No. And go. I promise I'll make it up to you after Wednesday...after daddy and I..." Cassidy left her statement hanging as she walked up to her sister where she stood near the door and embraced her. Cynthia returned the embrace, and was surprised when her sister pulled back and again leaning in, this time to kiss her. Cynthia groaned deeply as her sister's tongue slid into her mouth and started to explore. Cynthia's hands flew down her sister to cup her ass cheeks, and they both were moaning now. But after half a minute Cassidy broke the embrace and pulled back, though Cynthia almost followed her. "Sorry, I shouldn't have...done that, but it...started as just a hug." Cassidy panted out to her sister. Cynthia nodded, breathing heavy as well. "I'm sorry, but you need to go."

"Fine Cas, but serious, you owe me big. Look, you made my pants wet!" Cynthia whispered to her sister as she looked down at her own pants. A large wet spot had appeared in the crotch of her jeans. Cassidy's eyes grew wide in astonishment. 

"Jesus Cindy...did you cum from us just kissing?" Cassidy asked her in disbelief, but looking down at the stain, then back up at her sister's blushing face. Cynthia nodded meekly.

"I told you I was really horny, but it was only a really small one." Cynthia nodded in embarrassment at her sister.

"Oh Cindy, I'm sorry I did that. You better hurry up to your room to change out of those." Cassidy told her sister guiltily, but moved to the door and softly opened it, and quickly looked out into the hallway. "It's clear Cindy." She told her sister, who just nodded, still mortified that she had wet her pants and at the thought that her mother or father might see her that way. She hurried out the door and the dozen feet to her room, opening her door just as she heard her sister's close. Closing her own door behind her, she started crying softly, partly from embarrassment, but also in sexual frustration. After a minute of emotional release, she stood up and taking off her jeans, tossed them into a corner and climbed into her bed. Staring up at the ceiling she started to grow angry.

"We still could have done stuff! Miss know-it-all Cassidy...if daddy knew he would have acted differently toward us. He doesn't know." She whispered to the empty room, feeling furious at her sister's decision. In absentminded anger she ran her hand down to her crotch and started down her panties when she stopped. She giggled then. "Holy smokes...they are completely soaked...now my bed is wet." She muttered to herself as she took off the offending underwear and tossed them over near her pants. She then brought her hand back to her crotch and rubbed her fingers over her still wet pussy, sighing as she did. 

"Damn her anyway...having to use my fingers instead of her using her tongue...no fair." She mumbled aloud as she casually started fingering her sopping slit. She then softly bit her lip as her pleasure started mounting. She plunged two fingers to the hilt into her wet hole and gasped loudly as she began to pump them quickly, wet squishing noises filling her room along with her panting moans. She used her other hand and began to massage her clit and within seconds, she pulled her knees up and started her orgasm. "MMMMMPPPHHHH!" She sounded out through clenched teeth, not wanting anyone to hear her as she came. "OOhhh gaaawwdd...uuugghhhhhh!" She panted out in a hoarse whisper as juices flooded her fingers and down her butt crack and onto the bedding. Her legs flew out and her toes pointed as the last big wave hit her and she collapsed back onto the now wet bed. She lay panting in relief, smiling beside the darker feelings she had felt just minutes before. Minutes later, on the edge of sleep, she roused herself and sat up, looking between her legs at her wet bedding.

"Well damn, I'll have to change them." She muttered aloud as she got up and took the sheet off the bed. Throwing on a pair of clean underwear, having dried herself on the sheet, she quickly went down the hall and deposited the wet cloths and bedding in the hamper and grabbed clean sheets. Back in her room she hurriedly fixed her bed and climbed back in under the covers. Even as she felt sleep start to steal over her a bit later, a shot of mild anger filled her about her sister, and she wondered as she drifted into sleep what to do about it.




Have Faith... Ch. 05



The next day passed slowly for the two sisters, both of them anxious...though for different reasons. Cassidy, like her sister, had fingered herself to sleep, but was sexually charged the entire day at her work. So much so that she had to quickly finger herself again at lunch in the store's bathroom just to release some pressure. Cynthia was much in the same boat, her panties seemed to stay wet through out the day, but she had a small ember of anger in her over her having to wait for her sister to go first with their father and Cassidy's insistence that they not do anything last night or today. Especially asking her to go with and watch their mother at church rankled now more then before. It was during the day that she decided to not go with her mother, though she knew she would never be able to talk Cassidy into letting her join the fun tomorrow. She continued to think about the situation even after getting home and saying hello to her mother.

She was so distracted and frustrated that she snapped at her mother, and even though she immediately apologized, Monica sent her to her room until supper time. When Cassidy arrived home, her mother explained that she wasn't to disturb her sister due to the fact that she was being punished for being mouthy. Cassidy nodded, but gave her mother a lop-sided grin after she turned back to her cooking in the kitchen. Cassidy, not one to give her mother much ear since her accident, decided to look in on the condemned. A minute later she was softly knocking on her sister's door, trying to be quiet...it wouldn't do to make her mother deeply mad the day before Barbra's plan went into effect.

"Hey...what did you do to honk mom off?" Cassidy asked her as she pushed past her and entered her sister's room. Cynthia looked out into the hall, before closing the door behind her.

"You're going to get me in more trouble you know. But I yelled a bit at mommy when she went on about a few things...I told her to be quiet." Cynthia told her meekly, feeling bad at the moment, but Cassidy laughed softly.

"You never tell mom off...or get in trouble with her. I can't remember the last time she really punished you." Cassidy said, and her sister just nodded, and looked up at her.

"Yeah I know, but it's your entire fault." Cynthia said softly, and Cassidy looked at her in surprise as she took a seat next to her sister on the bed. "I was so frustrated today and distracted that I kinda snapped I guess." Cynthia confided in her sister, feeling drained after a day of her heart and mind racing. Cassidy saw the tension in her sister and knew what she was referring too...she felt much the same after a day of complete horniness and thinking about tomorrow. Her pulse and mind suddenly raced at a sudden thought. Without thinking she stood up and walked over and quickly locking the door, returned to stand before her sister, who looked up at her as she stood before her. "What...?" Cynthia started to ask, then was pushed back by her sister and landed flat on the bed. Even before she could lift her head, Cassidy had knelt down and was unbuttoning her pants. "Oh my god Cas...are you...?" Cynthia started too asked but was shushed by her sister.

"Quiet. We have to hurry...mom might come back and check on you." Cassidy whispered hurriedly as she dragged off her sister's pants and panties. "Already soaked." She commented as she felt her sister's panties as she removed them. "So are mine...have been all day." She told her sister as she stood and quickly started to strip off her own clothes. Cynthia giggled as she removed her shirt and bra.

"But I thought you said we couldn't do this?" Cynthia asked quietly as she watched her sister strip. Cassidy looked down at her as she finished removing her shirt.

"Because dad was home and watching us...he isn't now, but we have to hurry or mom will bust us." Cassidy told her with a grin as she climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her sister. "You straddle me...that way when you gush...like you always do, I might be able to drink it all and not get all over your bed." She explained to her sister, who laughed.

"That does seem to happen a lot." Cynthia giggled out as she climbed over her sister, with Cassidy moving her so they both could lick each other.

"Just don't drown me, ok?" Cassidy said playfully as her sister settled over her. She looked up and saw her sister open and dripping pussy and knew her own must look the same...primed. "God you're wet!" She whispered out as looked on.

"You too Cas, you're dripping dow....ooohhhhh!" Cynthia moaned out as she felt her sister's first licks down the length of her pussy slit. She lowered her own mouth to her sister and began licking in earnest, her nose near her sister's ass. She slurped on her sister's juices as she licked, nibbling on her pussy lips. 

"Oh god, bite my pussy!" Cassidy moaned aloud, and then resumed her assault on her sister's slit. She brought a hand up, and started to slide two fingers into her sister, hearing a muffled groan from the other side of their bodies. She was careful to not tear her sister's hymen anymore then she had in the past, but she started to gently fuck her fingers to her sister. Cassidy felt her sister legs start to clinch up and figure she was about to cum. After another half minute she slide her fingers deep into her sister and began to suck hard on her clit and was rewarded by her sister ass clinching and her body starting to spasm. 

"Ahhhh gooodd...uuuhhhhhhh gggaawwdddd....UUGGGHHHHHHH!" Cynthia groaned out harshly as she started to cum, bucking against her sister below her. Cassidy started to swallow as fast as she could as her sister's pussy fed her a deluge of juice...it was like chugging a beer, and she sputtered as it coated her face and hair, but she continued to drink as fast as she could. But next she had trouble breathing as the juice clogged her nose and her sister's legs tightened around her head. But soon her sister collapsed, her orgasm sated, and Cassidy breathed deep. Cynthia hearing her sister, fighting for breath, rolled off her sister and moved up close to her face. 

"Sorry about that." Cynthia told her meekly. Cassidy laughed for a second between gasps as she caught her breath. 

"It's ok, and I didn't get it all." Cassidy sputtered out as she smiled at her sister. It was then her sister's turn to laugh.

"I think you did...just not with your mouth!" Cynthia giggled out as she touched her sister's wet hair with her hand. 

"Oh shit...I'll have to shower after I leave your room. Well...after you get me off that is." Cassidy said with a grin at her sister, causing her to laugh again.

"I guess I can..." Cynthia said playfully as she squirmed down her sister's body and knelt on the floor between her sister's legs. Cassidy lifted her feet onto the bed as her sister's fingers started to rub the lips of her labia, causing Cassidy to suck on her lip and moan. She then felt Cynthia's tongue shoot deep into her, causing a shiver up her spine and her toes to clench. Cynthia raised a hand and slowly inserted her middle finger along the length of her tongue, going even deeper. She then pulled up and began to suck on her sister's clit, causing Cassidy to start gasping. Cynthia then quickly removed her finger and replaced it at her sisters ass...then quickly cork-screwed it to the hilt into her sister.

"OOOHHH SHHIIT!!!!" Cassidy cried out in a hoarse croak, her body sitting up at the pain and pleasure that exploded in her hips. "OOOOHHHH GGOOOODDDD!" She cried out through clenched teeth as her body slammed back onto the bed and went into convulsions as a strong orgasm shot through her. He hips bucked hard against her sister's sucking lips as Cynthia flicked her tongue over the hard bud of her sister's clit, even as she pumped her middle finger in and out of her sister's tightened sphincter. About twenty seconds later, Cassidy gave a final grunt and went limp on the bed, panting hard for breath, her legs opened obscenely. Cynthia slowly extracted her finger from her sister's ass and gave her pussy a final lick as she rose off the floor and again straddled her sister. Cassidy lazily watched her as she climbed her body and they rested face to face, a huge grin on Cynthia's face.

"Here..." Cynthia whispered out as Cassidy felt her sister's finger start to slide into her open mouth. Cassidy jerked her head away with a laugh.

"No way...that was in my ass!" Cassidy said with a chuckle and looked at her sister. Cynthia shrugged and raised her hand, popping the finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. "Ewwww...gross." Cassidy said playfully as she watched her sister. Cynthia pulled her finger out and smiled at her.

"Not really...you never played with your butt before?" Cynthia asked her as she looked down at her. 

"Yeah, but I never sucked a shitty finger before." Cassidy said with a grin.

"It wasn't shitty...just musky...and it was your butt. You were clean." Cynthia told her in some slight embarrassment. She quickly leaned down and kissed her sister, and even though Cassidy giggled as they kissed, she didn't pull away. They jumped slightly when they heard a knock near-by. Cynthia flew off her sister and the bed, and Cassidy quickly got up and grabbed her clothes. They heard their mother's voice coming from down the hall...evidently she was knocking on Cassidy's door and asking for her. Cynthia gave her sister and panicked look, but Cassidy only rushed off to her sister's closet and quickly entering it, closing the door behind her. In another second they heard a knock on Cynthia's door, then their mother trying the handle. 

"Cynthia, why is the door locked? Cynthia?" They heard from the other side. Cynthia stood naked like a deer in headlight's unable to think or talk. Cassidy stuck her head out of the closet and pointed toward her sister's bedroom door.

"I'm...I'm coming mommy!" Cynthia finally said as she slowly walked to the door and standing behind it, opened it to peek out at her mother.

"Why was this door locked?" Monica asked her, looking sternly at her.

"I...I just locked it was all...when you sent me in here." She told her mother lamely. Monica looked at her oddly for a second.

"And why are you naked in there...never mind...I don't want to know! But do you know where your sister is...I thought I heard some loud noises from back here and figured your sister was doing something. Did you hear anything?" Monica asked her flatly and Cynthia hesitated, but finally shook her head. 

"No I didn't mommy. I don't know where Cas is either, she didn't tell me where she was going." Cynthia threw in, hoping she couldn't tell she was lying to her. 

"Just like your sister to sneak off somewhere. Well your father will be home soon, so if you watch the smart talk you can come out of there." Monica told her, and started to walk off, and Cynthia saw her glance back at her sister's room as she left. Cynthia quickly closed the door, and saw her sister peeking her head out of the closet. After a few seconds Cassidy walked out of the closet. Cynthia saw that her sister had almost finished dressing while their mother had been at the door. 

"'Sneaking off'" Cassidy said, mocking her mother as she looked at her sister. "What a bitch!" Cassidy grunted out in anger at their mother's opinion of her. Cynthia gave her a shocked look. 

"Cas! She's our mother! Please don't call her a bitch..." Cynthia asked her sister in a more pleading tone. Cassidy just frowned at her.

"Well she is..." Cassidy stated in way of apology to her sister. "She treats dad and me like...like trash! You're the only one she likes" Cassidy ranted out softly. Cynthia shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"I know and I'm sorry. I don't know why she changed...she used to not be this way." Cynthia said thoughtfully, remembering how their mother was years ago. Cassidy nodded.

"I know Cindy. But she lost my respect with how she treated me when I was hospitalized after my accident. You remember...she treated me like a whore because I got hurt while out partying with my friends...she only visited me a few times all that time in the hospital, while dad took weeks off work and even slept in the room with me. No...she stopped being my mother at that!" Cassidy said, her voice filled with pain as she looked at her sister. 

"Oh Cas...I know...I'm sorry!" Cynthia groaned out, feeling her sister's pain as she reached out and embraced her sister. Cassidy then started crying on her sister's shoulder as if Cynthia was squeezing the hurt from her mind.

"I just don't understand why she changed!" Cassidy moaned out as she sobbed. Cynthia was starting to cry softly along with her sister and nodding.

"I know, neither do I." Cynthia muttered out and both of them were quiet for a few minutes holding each other and calming down their emotions until Cassidy finally broke the embrace.

"I need to shower...I smell like sex." Cassidy said quietly, causing her sister to giggle softly and nod.

"Sorry bout that." Cynthia said meekly, but with a glowing smile. Cassidy smiled as well, and quickly gave her sister a peek on the lips. She then opened the door and peeked out, looking for their mother. She assumed that their mother was in the kitchen cooking, and she quickly exited her sister's room and went to her own. Cynthia closed the door so she could dress and leave...since her punishment was up. A few minutes later as she left her room, she heard the shower going in the bathroom and knew her sister was getting clean. She waked into the kitchen and offered to help with the cooking, making her mother smile. She also informed her that she had heard the shower running and figured that Cassidy was in there. Monica gave her daughter a look and just shrugged, guessing she had just overlooked her eldest while she had been back there.

The next day the girls were in even worse condition then the day before. Cynthia actually got caught palming her crotch under her desk by one of her friends in class. Thankfully it was a good friend, and she only got teased about it after they were alone. Cassidy almost called in sick to work, she was so excited about later that afternoon that she knew she would be worthless at her job, which she was...leaving work two hours early after begging the boss and telling her that she wasn't feeling well. She went to the mall until her normal time to arrive home. When she did arrive home, her sister had already been home for more then an hour. Cassidy sat down next to her in the living as she watched TV.

"You didn't get in trouble today did you?" Cassidy whispered to her sister. Cynthia shook her head.

"No, but I almost did...Cathy caught me rubbing myself in class." Cynthia whispered back and her sister immediately started laughing very loudly, causing their mother to leave the kitchen and investigate. Both of the girls looked over at their mother as she entered the living room, Cassidy still laughing.

"What's up?" Monica asked them, a confused grin on her face as she looked at her daughter. The girls looked at each other then, and Cassidy saw that her sister was blushing a deep red. She stopped laughing and looked back at their mother.

"Nothing mom, Cynthia was just telling me about something silly someone did at school today." Cassidy explained with a grin. Monica still looked confused, but her daughter failed to elaborate. "That was it...nothing big deal mom." Cassidy told her flatly, shrugging at her mother. Monica frowned slightly at her daughter, then shrugged in turn.

"Alright, thought it might be something funny..." Monica muttered aloud as she turned and walked back into the kitchen. Cassidy watched her leave, and then she felt a soft wham on her arm. She looked over at her grinning sister.

"Now you're trying to get me in trouble." Cynthia whispered with a smile. Cassidy smiled back at her.

"Hey, what are big sisters for." Cassidy said jokingly. She then looked at her sister with a serious expression on her face. "Has mom said anything about church tonight?" Cassidy asked her sister quietly. Cynthia looked back toward the kitchen and nodded. 

"Yeah, right after I got home mommy asked me if I wanted to go with her tonight." Cynthia told her sister in a whisper.

"And you said yes?" Cassidy asked her a bit nervously. Cynthia hesitated for a second, and then nodded again. Cassidy sighed and relaxed somewhat, knowing she didn't have to worry about her sister messing up the plans or complaining. What Cynthia didn't tell her was that she had thought of something else while at school earlier, but she didn't want to tell her sister, because she didn't want to get into an argument with her. And their mother might become upset with her as well, so Cynthia had decided to wait to tell her after they had walked out of the house later that afternoon. Cynthia knew her mother usually left for church just minutes after their father got home on Wednesdays. Cynthia didn't say another word on the subject as her sister smiled at her acknowledgement. 

"I'm gonna go and see if mom need help for supper." Cynthia told her sister, feeling a slight stinging guilt run through her. Cassidy still smiling, just nodded to her and tried to watch TV. "Need help mom?" Cynthia asked her mother quietly as she entered the kitchen. She could see her mother was well on her way to finishing supper though.

"Yeah sure Cindy...you can cut up those last few vegetables for the stew pot and throw them in." Monica stated, hardly looking at her daughter as she went to remove a pan from the oven. Cynthia grabbed a knife and started on her job, glad to be doing anything to get her mind off later events.

About an hour later, John Morgan walked into the house from work. He too had been having a hard time concentrating away from home, with the expected visit from Barbra later that evening...hell in less then an hour after he got home. He had already explained to the kids that he wanted privacy to 'talk' to Mrs. Granger. His wife had accented to that the Monday after Barbra had called. Monica had even said she could take Cynthia with her to church that night. John sighed as he entered the house, feeling the weight of the lies he was spreading around...that and fighting off Cassidy, and he hated to admit it to himself...his own desires for her. Almost nightly he saw her young body in his dreams of when she threw herself at him that one afternoon, the same afternoon that Barbra did as well. Further thoughts were broken by the mass of his daughter as she threw herself into his arms in a fierce embrace.

"Hey daddy!" Cynthia said as she hugged him tightly. He chuckled...he had been expecting Cassidy to attack him today, not his youngest. He was part relieved and part disappointed that it wasn't her. He kissed her on the forehead and looked at her.

"Hey Cyn...how was your day?" He asked her as he broke the embrace with a smile. 

"Ok daddy, nothing special." She told him. She moved off to sit back on the couch.

"Is your mother still here?" John asked her, and she nodded.

"Yeah, she's almost done in the kitchen." Cynthia told her father as she looked back at him.

"Ok...were you going with her tonight, to church?" He asked her, trying not to sound anxious. She nodded her head at him.

"That is the plan daddy." She told him simply. She too was trying not to be nervous as she spoke.

"Where's your sister, is she home?" He asked her, and Cynthia smiled slightly at him.

"She's in her room I think." She answered with a soft grin, which caused her father's chest to tighten, but he nodded at her answer.

"Ok Cyn." He said simply, and then went in search of his other daughter. He did in fact find her in her own room. She opened the door after he knocked.

"Hey dad...you're home." She said as she let him in and watched her walk into her room and she closed the door behind him.




Have Faith... Ch. 05



"I was just wondering if you had made plans for tonight...Mrs Granger is coming over in a bit." He said plainly as he looked at her. She nodded to him.

"I figured I'd go out shopping, maybe to the mall...I wasn't sure though." She told him and he nodded absentmindedly. Then he shrugged.

"Ok...I just wasn't sure if you remembered is all." He said quietly and he noticed her frowning.

"Oh I remember dad...How you two are suppose to talk." She said, her voice filled with sarcasm. She quickly regretting saying that, she hadn't meant to upset him or give him any reason to suspect what she knew. He looked embarrassed, but he in turn frowned at her.

"Well she is, and we are going to talk over things...maybe it will help some." He said, mumbling over the last few words. He turned and opened the door to leave. He looked back at her for a second. "I guess...try and have a good time while you're out Cas, and we'll talk later ok?" He told her lamely, feeling guilty. She beamed a huge smile at him, which surprised him...he figured she would be mad.

"I think I'll have a good time tonight dad, you have a good talk with Mrs. Granger." She said as she walked up to him and kissed him softly on the lips. She then held the door as he left her room, a slightly bewildered look on his face. She almost laughed as she closed the door behind him. In another minute she left the room herself to go to the 'mall'. She was actually whistling as she entered the hallway.

"Ok, the stew is still on the eye and the rest is already to eat John." Monica told her husband as she finished getting dressed. She had on a long, simple skirt, with a frilly long sleeved shirt. She was just now slipping into her conservative shoes...her usual church wear. She looked up at him as she finished. "You have a good talk with Barbra while I'm gone." She said with a smile. He nodded to her, his own mood less 'perky'. She noticed his look and walked up close to him and embraced him loosely. "Try ok...I think it is so nice that she offered to help smooth things out with us. Steve...Father Granger, says his wife rarely takes an interest these days with his work, maybe it's a sign or something." Monica told him, her smile only growing stronger, which only made him feel guiltier, but he forced a small smile for his wife to see.

"I know Monica. Cindy is going with you right?" he asked her and she nodded as she reached back to grab her purse.

"Yeah, it's the first time for a couple of weeks. I'll eat when I get back, but Cynthia had a quick bite as soon as I finished cooking. It's just you and Cassidy for supper." She said as she started to walk out of the room. He followed her out, remaining silent as they entered the living room and he noticed both of the girls near the TV. Cynthia stood up when she saw her mother. "You ready?" Monica asked her daughter and she nodded. John and Cassidy watched them leave; looking at each other after Monica closed the door behind her as they left. 

Cynthia walked to her mothers car, her heart in her throat as she thought of what she was about to tell her mother. She knew her mother would be upset, maybe even pissed at her. But Cynthia really didn't want to go to church, especially with what she knew would be happening here in a short time. Monica walked up near her, and stopped when her daughter blocked her from opening the driver's side door.

"Cindy, what's the matter?" Monica asked her daughter, confused at what she was doing.

"Mommy, I can't go to church tonight...I promised Jennifer that I would come by after supper and I forgot about it." Cynthia lied to her mother. Jennifer was in some of her classes at school, a friend of hers who lived further down the street, but Cynthia had asked Jennifer at school earlier that day if she could come over and hang out for awhile. Monica looked in shocked disbelief at her daughter...that she would think of this just now.

"Cindy...you already agreed to...I thought you wanted to go with me tonight?" Monica asked her daughter in a hurt tone. Cynthia looked at her and shrugged.

"I was mommy, but I forgot. I promised Jennifer I would come over. She really wanted to talk to me about something." Cynthia said quickly, hating to lie to her mother, but not wanting to go with her to boring church while her father was having sex with her sister and Barbra. She had promised Cassidy that she wouldn't disturb her tonight, but she had to keep her mind off what was happening at her house. Monica gave her a deeply hurt look, but slowly nodded.

"Fine Cynthia, go...but I really wished you would've remembered earlier." Monica said, mildly chastising her daughter. "Do you want me to drive you down there?" She offered up, hoping maybe to talk her daughter about going with her instead of to her friend's, but Cynthia shook her head.

"I can walk mommy. It's just a few minutes there. You can go ahead and go to church, I'll be fine mommy." Cynthia told her, feeling impatient, knowing Cassidy would be coming out to leave soon herself...either that or Mrs. Granger would show up. Cynthia started walking to the sidewalk. "I have walked there before mom." Cynthia told her in passing as she continued walking. Monica looked at her in slight disbelief, feeling like her daughter was dismissing her. But Cynthia was right, it was getting late and she better be going. As Monica belted herself into the car and started it up, she made a mental note to have a discussion with her youngest daughter when she got back home. She quickly pulled from the drive and started for the church. 

Cynthia walked down the road and was nearing Jennifer's house when she glanced back and noticed that another car had just pulled into her own driveway. She knew it was Barbra's, she had seen the same car in front of the Granger house the she and her sister were there. She stood outside and watched the woman walk to the house and after waiting for the door to open, go inside. Cynthia knew that soon things would be starting...well after Cassidy left the house that is. Cynthia continued walking back to her friend's house.

"Hello Cassidy...how are you doing?" Barbra asked John's daughter after he let her into the house. She winked at Cassidy after John walked past her. Cassidy smiled back at the older woman.

"Ok Mrs. Granger. I was just about to leave and go shopping and give you two time to talk. Bout two and half hours enough time dad?" Cassidy turned and asked her father. He looked at her almost in surprise...he had his thoughts elsewhere at the moment.

"Yeah...yeah that should be fine sweetie. You have fun while you're out ok?" He said after breaking away from his thoughts. She grinned at him and nodded and quickly walking to him, gave him and hug and a peak on the cheek. He turned a dull shade of red as she pulled back at him and quickly grabbed her purse to go.

"You two have fun as well...bye." Cassidy said as she almost bounced too the door and let herself out. After the door was closed, John looked over at Barbra.

"Do you think she knows...about us I mean?" He asked her. Barbra smiled at him, but shook her head.

"Why would she, we've only had sex one other time and both of them were out of the house. She was just being a teenager. Besides she is probably jealous that I'm taking up your time and getting her away from this..." Barbra said as she moved closer and firmly grabbed his crotch. He laughed aloud, but he didn't remove her hand or step back from her grip. He just stood there and enjoyed her grasp, and she could tell that he did. In seconds he was almost completely hard and her hand could no longer contain the bulge. She released him and looked around. "Where's the bedroom...I'm so fucking ready for your cock John!" She growled out too him as she again looked back at him. He laughed again, but started toward the hallway and she followed. When he started toward the spare bedroom, Barbra could tell it wasn't the master bedroom. She reached out and stopped him. "Uh-uh...we need the big bed...I want to go through the Karma Sutra today baby!" She told him and he started to laugh again, but saw that she was serious.

"That's the bed I use...used to use with Monica, she might notice any stains we leave." He explained to her, and she nodded. 

"Maybe I want to mark my new territory...I don't think she'll notice. Her head is too high in the clouds recently, otherwise she'd take care of this hunk of manhood and you wouldn't need me...would you?" She asked him bluntly, again reaching out and rubbed against his hardened cock through his pants. He groaned for a second and then nodded.

"Ok, I guess you're right." He mumbled out as she pulled them together and she kissed him. She was now vigorously rubbing his crotch and his cock was starting to become sore being held back within its confines. He reached down and quickly unzipped his pants and tore them off his legs, stepping out of them. Barbra immediately shifted her hand back onto his bare rod, jerking it and using it as a lease to head them to where she assumed the master bedroom to be. She quickly opened the door and was satisfied that it was indeed what she sought, a bedroom with a big bed. She turned back around and kissed him yet again, all the while walking slowly backward until her legs bumped into the bed, and then she sat down on it. His erect cock was now pointed right where she wanted...her mouth. She looked up at his face and smiled, seeing the need in his expression. "Unlike your wife now, I still enjoy doing this!" She muttered out and quickly leaning forward swallowed his pulsing cock, taking almost half before starting to gag. 

"Oh God Barbra...Jesus!" He mumbled aloud as he gripped her hair and tried hard not to ram his hardness further into her mouth. He groaned even more when she started to quickly pop her mouth along his cock, licking and slurping on it as she took it within the warm wetness of her mouth. Even more exciting to him then the act was the fact that she was moaning even louder then him...she was really getting off on just sucking his cock. He knew he wouldn't last long at this rate.

Cassidy didn't go far when she left the house. Barbra had said to give her about thirty minutes or so and Cassidy had no desire to hang out at a stupid store for that long, all while knowing what was going on...what was ABOUT to happen. Her heart was racing as she drove to a small neighborhood park and stopped her car. Feeling lightheaded, she figured it would be better to park then to crash the car before her big day with her father. She tried to calm down slightly.

She hoped Barbra was right, that by her entering the scene...disturbing the both of them while having sex that Barbra could coax her father into having sex with his daughter. Cassidy was feeling desperate, she got so close last week...she knew that if her mother hadn't of come home when she had, her and her father would have had sex, and Cassidy just knew it. She hoped she could trust the older woman, Barbra. The thought had crossed Cassidy's head that this might be some weird game of Barbra's, but Cassidy felt she had to take the chance. Soon it was time for her to go back to the house, so Cassidy started the car and crossed her fingers.

"That was quite some load." Barbra said with a grin as she lay on the bed next to John. She was still cleaning her face of his juices with her fingers and tongue. They had hardly had time to get fully undressed before Barbra had again attacked him, forcing him back on the bed as she devoured his engorged cock as a lioness would a fresh kill. She had only removed her mouth from his orgasming member after some of it shot down her windpipe and caused her to pull off and start coughing. John's spewing member had promptly hosed her face, neck, and hair. Both of them laughed too hard after he was done for her to be mad.

"Well I haven't since last weekend with you. Normally I masturbate most days." He told her and she shook her head.

"I can't believe you have to do that yourself...I know if you were my husband, we would hardly leave the bedroom. But I understand...my husband is the same as your wife in that regard. We used to have sex, so I'm not sure what changed" She told him and she casually started palming his almost limp member, bring new life into it. "You good for another go soon...I haven't gotten mine yet?" She asked him playfully, causing him to laugh and nod at her. His cock was almost fully erect again.

"I'm not that old...I should be able to go two or three more times, if you really want to go that long...or if we have the time." He told her playfully as she continued to stroke him. It was her turn to laugh.

"Somehow I think you'll need that energy tonight John." She said, and then winked at him. She stopped jacking his cock as she moved up and lifting her legs, straddled him. He thought she was about to fuck him, but she started to slide up his body. "I think it's your turn to eat a gooey mess..." She told him with a laugh as she left herself over his head. He smiled back, but her hips blocked her view. But she got all the answer she needed when she felt his tongue begin lapping at her wet pussy, causing her to moan as she settled on his face. "Oh yes baby...suck momma!" She gasped out as she began softly bucking against his tongue. 

Barbra gently reached back, and softly palmed John's hard cock; she heard low moans from beneath her. She smiled and leaning back up, looked between her legs at the man below her. She reached down and taking his hair in her hands and tugged. She smiled at him when his eyes turned toward her. "The pussy taste good?" She asked him casually and he nodded beneath her. She laughed aloud. She was enjoying herself, but she was also waiting. She didn't want thing to advance to far or for John to cum again least he put up too much resistance when Cassidy showed up. But she didn't have long to wait.

Cassidy entered the house quietly, stripping out of her clothes in the living room, before moving to her parent's bedroom. She could already hear soft sounds coming from that direction...they must have left the door open she thought. With her heart racing and her whole body shaking, she walked into the hall and too the open doorway. She gave a soft gasp when she saw what was going on in the room. It took a second to notice that Barbra had seen her. The older woman winked at her, and glanced down at John below her. She motioned Cassidy closer, and raised her hand to her mouth; imitating giving a blowjob with it, then glancing at John's engorged cock behind her. Cassidy grinned...almost laughing at the woman's comical gesture, but she got the message. Cassidy was nervous, her body shaking as she moved closer to bed...her parent's bed. There was an unreality to the situation and Cassidy was acutely aware of the fact that if this didn't work, things between her and her father might be worse. But she took a deep breath and with Barbra looking back at her, she climbed onto the bed as softly as she could and gently picking up her father's cock with her hand, lowered her lips to it and took it into her mouth.

John thought something was strange. He couldn't see much from beneath Barbra, and he certainly couldn't hear either, but he continued to lick and suck on her sopping wet pussy. But he knew something was up...something strange...different. He stopped licking, when he felt his member being enveloped in what he knew could only be a mouth, but Barbra's body and head were just above him...not anywhere near his cock. He tilted his head back and tried to look up at Barbra.

"Barbra, what's going on?" He asked her sharply, it fully dawning on him that another person was in the room. Whoever it was he thought, was eagerly sucking his cock at the moment, even after his question, he could still feel their wet mouth around his throbbing member. Barbra leaned over and grinned at him.

"I just thought that you were so big that I needed to call in the Calvary is all lover." Barbra offered up playfully, tossing his hair with her hand. John wasn't amused. 

"Barbra...who is it?" John growled out at her. Thoughts were flying through his head...not pleasant ones either. He just hoped it wasn't something as sick as her husband down there. But her only answer was to look back at the person behind her and back at him and giggle. He figured that was enough and using his hands, as gently as he could be while being forceful, he pushed Barbra off his face and neck. She didn't resist him, even fall over onto the bed when he started pushing in earnest. John looked down now, being able to see the rest of his body. What he saw surprised him. "CASSIDY!" He said in exasperation, not believing it was his daughter with her mouth around his swollen member. He had thought it was some friend of Barbra's.

"Surprise!" Barbra chuckled out as she sat up next to his head as he knelt up. Cassidy was still sucking on John's cock, which was still fully engorged, and she didn't look like she was going to stop just because she had been discovered. "I figured it was time you made good on your promise to her." She told him, and he looked more confused then ever.

"What...how...what?" He mumbled out, trying to understand what was going on...besides the obvious, that his eldest daughter was sucking his dick and that the Reverend's wife had set this up seemingly. He couldn't believe his daughter was still working her mouth over his cock, even with the confusion he knew he was getting close to cumming again.

"Oh that...she saw us the other day when we fucked. The little spitfire tried to blackmail me into staying away from you...it didn't work. But a lot of things came out, and I decided to help your wonderful daughter get you. You know...you're an idiot for resisting her. She has a really tasty pussy!" Barbra told him matter-of-factly, and he just looked at her in amazement. 

"You licked...?" He asked her quietly, and she quickly and vigorously nodded.

"Like I said...stop thinking with this head." She replied and reaching out, playfully stroked his hair. Frustrated, he pushed her hand away, then sitting up, very gently, but firmly pulled Cassidy away from his cock. Unlike Barbra, she resisted, but her mouth came off of his member and she groaned.

"Dadddddyyy...don't!" She pleaded with him as he held her up and away from his cock, which was hitting her on the thigh, but her mouth was no longer near it.

"No Cas...we can't do it...it's wrong!" he told her firmly, but without raising his voice. She quit struggling in his arms and remained still. 

"And it's right to have sex with Barbra...she's married to Reverend Granger and...dad, you're married to mom! How can that be right?" Cassidy argued aloud, and he let her go. She sat up next to Barbra. Barbra looked at her and raising her hand pulled the younger woman closer to herself.

"She's right John, it doesn't make a lot of sense." Barbra argued as she held Cassidy. She then smiled at John and leaning over, kissed his daughter. Cassidy accepted and returned it, and John could hear moaning from his daughter.

"There is a ton of difference in what she wants and what I and Barbra were doing. And...Jesus...Barbra can you please stop kissing my daughter!" John said loudly. The two women did in fact stop and both looked at him, though only Barbra was smiling.

"Why, did that turn you on?" Barbra purred out suggestively. When John failed to answer, Barbra wrapped her arm around Cassidy, pulling them together. She also used her hand to cup one of Cassidy's breasts and again she leaned in and kissed her. Cassidy responded by cupping both of Barbra's breast's, fingering the nipples with her thumbs. John just watched aghast, unable to say anything. He surprised himself when he felt his own hand stroking his cock, which he quickly quit. He had been so close to yet another orgasm while his daughter had him in her mouth and he really needed to get off. He took his cock back into his hand and started stroking it faster and he again looked back at the others as they made out. Half a minute later Barbra saw what he was doing.




Have Faith... Ch. 06



"Cynthia, are you sure your mother saw us?" Barbra asked the girl as she and the others quickly got dressed.

"I'm pretty sure. I saw her pull up to the house in her car, come inside and then leave again in a hurry...and she was crying. I could tell even though I was a few houses down." Cynthia explained as she watched the three of them dress. Cassidy looked at Barbra and they nodded to each other. John was frowning and looking both embarrassed and mad.

"Will someone explain how Cyn knew about this...us! And I know your mother knows now, which is more then I can say!" John practically growled out, even angrier at the moment because he knew his wife had seen him with Barbra and his own daughter. But he wanted answers. Cassidy sighed deeply as she ran her hand through her hair.

"Ok dad, I'll try to explain..." Cassidy started off and in the next five minutes gave him a condensed version of the last week or so. John looked just as mad and confused at the end of his daughter's explanation. He looked at his youngest daughter as he realized something.

"So it was you at the door that day and not your sister?" John asked Cynthia in a surprised tone. Cynthia gave him a huge grin and nodded, blushing a deep red.

"Sorry daddy!" Cynthia muttered out to him. Barbra sighed deeply as they stood there.

"Listen we haven't gotten anymore time John! Your wife could come back any time now and we need to figure out what to do." Barbra said, her voice edgy, almost to the point of panic. He looked at her. 

"What is she doing right now? Going to a lawyer...the police? What we did Cas was illegal." John said aloud to the others, trying to figure out what they should do. Cassidy knew the answer without thinking.

"She'll go see your husband Barbra. She always goes to church whenever something blows up here at the house or with dad. She's going to talk to Reverend Granger." Cassidy said as she looked at Barbra, then her father. Barbra nodded.

"She's right! Steve doesn't tell me what they talk about but often tells me about how often Monica has to console with him, that she had some big problem years back and he has to constantly help hold her spirits up. She's probably going to talk to my husband." Barbra said, then quickly frowned, and then just as quickly chuckled. "Which means I'm getting divorced after she talks to my husband about this." She said quietly, an odd grin on her face. John looked at her for half a minute as she talked.

"Listen we have to deny this happened." John told them and they looked at him in disbelief.

"Dad, she already saw us having sex...I don't think we'll fool her into believing otherwise. It's not like she only suspected us doing this, she SAW US!" Cassidy told her father in a scared, raised voice. Her father nodded.

"Yes, and I'm sure that we will be getting a divorce, but if it's just her word against ours, maybe Barbra might not. She can say Monica was just making it up...save her marriage, or at least not get screwed in the divorce. Also I'd rather not wind up in jail when the word gets out I'm having sex with my daughter." John told them and Barbra looked thoughtful, thinking about the idea in her head. Cassidy looked doubtful. Cynthia surprised them all.

"Daughters daddy...don't leave me out." Cynthia quickly threw in, causing her father to hurriedly glance at her.

"What?" He asked her, but Cassidy grabbed her sister by the arm and swung her around.

"Cynthia, we haven't got time for this now!" Cassidy growled out at her sister, and Cynthia gave her a hurt look. Cassidy hadn't told dad about her deal with Cynthia...or even that his youngest daughter also wanted to have sex with him.

"You promised!" Cynthia replied quickly. John gave them both a confused look.

"Cynthia, after we deal with mom, we'll all talk about this!" Cassidy again told her sister, and some level of understanding dawned on him.

"Cynthia, what...what do you mean?" He asked his youngest child, holding up his hand for silence when Cassidy started to butt in. Barbra had had enough of the family game, John had suggested a course of action and she wanted to go with it.

"Oh for God's sake John, both of the girl's wanted to fuck you...I just suggested that Cassidy go first and Cynthia could jump your bones another day. For fucking sake, can we get going before your wife brings my husband here or something like that!" Barbra shouted out to them and the other three were stunned for a second, but John nodded after a moment. He glanced at his daughters, knowing he would have to figure out what to do about the situation with them, but for now his wife was more important.

"Ok fine Barbra. You...you head home. Deny everything! Even if Monica and Steve both show up and accuse you of who knows what. We don't know how much Monica saw here tonight. Hell, maybe she just heard sex noises and figured it was just you and me having sex not Cassidy...we don't know. So no confessing and deny everything!" he said, his mind racing now with a real problem he might be able to deal with and not the desires of his two teenage nympho daughters.

"Ok, but what are you guys doing?" Barbra asked as she looked at him, as all the others looked at him.

"Same thing...we deny everything! Even straight to Monica's face. Barbra you only came over here to talk, and that's all we did. And Cassidy came home early and talked a bit as well. That's the story. No sex, no plots to seduce their father..." John said as he looked at his daughters. Cassidy looked down with a guilty smile, while Cynthia giggled; even Barbra smiled at the statement. "Maybe we can leave the house, get seen in public as a family, some sort of alibi that we're normal maybe." He said sarcastically, but honestly not wanting to remain in the house. 

"Daddy what about me, I wasn't here, I was over at Jennifer's house?" Cynthia asked her father and Cassidy realized why this had happened.

"Jennifer's house? I didn't think about it before but you were supposed to go with mom so THIS wouldn't happen! Dammit Cindy why didn't..." Cassidy yelled at her sister until father silenced her.

"HEY! Stop yelling at her Cas!" John raised his voice and looked at his daughters. "I don't know exactly what the 'plan' was but it did happen and we have to deal it Cas, not blame others." He explained to his eldest, and then looked at Cynthia. "What were you asking honey?" He asked her softly, lowering his voice as he noticed she was near tears.

"Well daddy, I was thinking I wasn't here. Mommy doesn't know about me and well...what I wanted. Maybe I can stay here and talk to her if she comes back home soon and find out what she knows. If she didn't see much or whatever I can give you a call and tell you." Cynthia suggested to her father, and then threw in something else. "And maybe mommy might be feeling sad and want someone she thinks she can talk too besides Reverend Granger...you know, who wasn't having sex." Cynthia finished saying, and John looked at her and smiled.

"That might be a good plan Cyn. You don't mind staying here by yourself for awhile?" He asked her and she shook her head that she didn't. "Your mother might be very angry or really sad, so please be careful around her ok and call if you have any problems. In any case we'll be home before ten tonight, any later and it would certainly be odd." He told her and then looked at the others. "Remember, deny everything, ok?" he finished saying as Barbra started moving to grab her purse.

"Ok, I'm going home...I hope this works John. I don't mind getting a divorce, I had been thinking of one for some time anyway, but it would be easier without this complication." Barbra said with a worried look on her face. He just nodded.

"I hope it does too, but I fear we'll both be single before too long Barbra." He told her as he followed her into the living room. She turned and smiled at him. 

"Well, I guess that means you'll be on the market for a new wife?" she asked his suggestively. He laughed loudly then, nodding slight as he did. Cassidy came up behind him with a grin on her lips.

"Only if she's a good step mother for his two daughters." Cassidy said playfully. Barbra smiled and nodded.

"Oh I think she would be. Ok, then...deny everything. Cross my fingers." Barbra told them as she looked back; she then hurriedly rushed forward and quickly hugged each of the others as they stood in the living room. They could see tears in her eyes as she did. "God I hope this works..." She mumbled out as she walked back to the door, John following behind her. After she opened the door and looked back at him, he leaned over and kissed her quickly, causing her to smile slightly. "Well even if it doesn't, that big boa you have in your pants was worth it John." She told him with a smile.

"I hope so Barbra, call if you have any news for us about...whatever." He said with a sigh as she started out the door. She started walking to her car.

"I will." She said over her shoulder as she reached her car and quickly left. John closed the door and looked at his girls. Cynthia was near tears and Cassidy had the look of utter dread on her face. He walked up and pulling both the girls too him, gave them a huge hug. He then hesitated, but leaning down to each gave them kisses on the mouth. First Cynthia, she threw her arms around him and was still crying as they kissed, then Cassidy, who was smiling when he turned to her. He leaned in to kiss her and she grabbed him and he felt her tongue invade his mouth, followed quickly by her hands as they gripped his ass. Seconds later he broke the kiss and had to laugh, as did the girls, even Cynthia. He looked back at her. 

"You sure you'll be ok waiting for your mother, we can always say that you came home and then went out." He suggested, but she shook her head as she wiped her eyes dry.

"I'll be fine daddy, I won't cry from here on out either...if I didn't know anything, why would I cry. I'll be ok with mommy...she might need me." Cynthia told him and he slowly nodded.

"Well ok then. Cas, you ready to go? I feel like we've been banished." He mumbled as he looked at his daughter. Cassidy nodded, and then looked at her sister.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, it isn't your fault. I love you Cindy." Cassidy told her, and then threw herself at her sister and embraced her. John could tell they were both crying now. He had to force back his own tears now...he knew that everything had changed and would never be the same from here on out, and it scared him. So he forced back the tears and tried to smile as he separated them.

"Come on girls, we should go Cas." He told them and they separated, both wiping their eyes. "Cyn, we'll be back in a few hours...earlier if you call us. Be safe sweetie." He told her and hugged her again, but quickly broke it to avoid crying from either of them. He and Cassidy quickly filed out of the house and closed the door. Cynthia just stood there for a minute, stopping her tears. She then sighed and went to go wash her face. She also had a thought to make sure her parent's bedroom was clean.

Monica was indeed heading to see Reverend Granger. The lawyer or police never even popped into her head, and even if they had, she wouldn't have done either unless the Reverend had suggested it. Several times she almost crashed, barely able to see through the tears as she drove, she kept replaying what she had seen at the house. One minute she was in complete despair, feeling sorry for herself at what they had done, the next, anger over how they could betray her like that. Especially her husband and her daughter...how could THEY be having sex? Monica was beginning to wonder if she had honestly seen what she had seen. She had to talk to Steve...she drove faster.

She pulled into the church parking lot and found that it was no longer full, only about a half dozen cars left. She was glad, it would make getting to and talking with Reverend Granger that much easier. Upon entering, she went back into the main assembly, thinking Steve would still be in there, and he was. He was busy talking to a lady and a man, Monica knew they were husband and wife, thought she couldn't remember their names at that moment. She stopped just inside the doorway and waited for them to finish talking. Monica could see only three other people there, all of them still praying she assumed as they remained seated. After a minute she grew frantic and started to wave her arm at him to get his attention. He glanced up at her and when she didn't speak, he figured she wanted to see him in private...this had happened before when something happened at home and she needed to talk to him.

"Monica, I'll meet you in my offices in a few minutes. Please wait for me there." He told her as quietly as he could for his voice to reach her. She hesitated, like she wanted to not wait, then she nodded. Reverend Steve Granger took a deep breath as he again listened to the couple before him. They were discussing about their son getting married in a few months and were talking to him about the dates and a few concerns on their parts. He listened to them, but he was also thinking about what was wrong now with Monica. She had come in less than a week ago, having problems in her relationship with her husband and difficulties with her eldest daughter. But Steve knew that Monica had to have these talks fairly regularly, about once a month or so. Steve also knew that Monica helped out more at the church then anyone else excepting himself. They had joked a few times that she should have a cot in one of the backrooms to sleep in.

He knew about what kicked off these problems, what was slowly eating at her, and he had told her was destroying her marriage. She had come to him years ago, when a then co-worker had brought her to services one evening. It took her another week to come again, but then she started coming fairly regularly. After two months or so she confessed her sins to him, and he had to admit, her list was long. He advised her to break ties with the destructive behavior and to repent her sins to God and her family. She since had done that, except talk to her family. He had told her many times that until she did, they...and she could not move on. He knew her fears; afraid that her admission would destroy her family, but that was exactly what Steve feared was happening. 

Monica had mentioned that his own wife was talking to her husband John about their problems and Steve had met the daughters earlier in the week when they visited his house. Steve was glad his wife was helping, though why she hadn't told him, he couldn't say. Steve often felt standoffish with the woman, and it took a long time to figure out why. With all the time spent together and all the help she did for him, Steve admitted to himself that he had grown quite fond of Monica. He made sure to keep their relationship professional, at best lose friends, after he had discovered this about himself. He was very aware that she was a very attractive woman. It only made it worse that he also knew her darkest, deepest sins and desires. In this he was like a medical doctor with a patient, the relationship had to be kept professional, least it confuse the results, or worse...harm both parties. He was thinking along these lines when he opened the door to his office, ten minutes later. 

"How are you Monica? I hated that you had to leave the sermon earlier, is everything ok?" He asked her and she looked up at him as she sat in the chair. He saw that she had been crying heavily. He knelt beside her and placed his hand on her head. "Monica, what's wrong?" he asked her again, this time more soothingly to her, seeing she was in pain.

"Oh Steve, I don't where to start...how to tell you." Monica said as she sobbed. She had given thoughts to the events at her house while she was alone in the office waiting for the Reverend to see her, and she knew that telling him what she had to tell him, would hurt him and she hated that. She had to tell someone, but now that she was here, she didn't want to. Steve looked at her with compassion on his face as she sat there. He was quiet for a few seconds before speaking.

"Try and start where the trouble started if nothing else, but not knowing the cause I can't advise you about it." He suggested, at a loss to talk about something he knew nothing about. She nodded as she looked up, bleary eyed.

"After I left here, I went home. I was upset that Cynthia hadn't come with me, and I thought I would go see how things were at the house. When I got home your wife's car was in the driveway and I thought about talking with her about my marriage." She said, and started crying anew. He embraced her, trying to calm her so she could finish the story. A minute later she got herself under control enough to go on. She looked into his face as he knelt close to her and tried to speak again.

"I also noticed Cassidy's car in the drive as I got there, and thought maybe she was causing trouble for the two of them as they...talked." She said, and then gave a crying laugh with the last few words. "I got inside and was looking for my daughter when I heard them. I then went to my bedroom...MY own bedroom and saw them there! All of them were on my bed having sex!" Monica raised her voice in anguished anger, as she recalled what happened. He looked at her in confusion.

"Who was having sex Monica? Your husband?" Steve asked, thinking she had caught her husband cheating on her. She looked at him, nodding slightly, but she remained silent for half a minute before going on, trying to recollect some calm. 

"Them...all three of them! John, your wife and my eldest daughter...they were all having sex together." She explained quietly, starting to see some comprehension dawn on his face.

"My wife? No, she was over there to talk...your daughter?" he said in some confusion as he stood up away from her, needing air. Monica thought he was about to faint, so she quickly stood up and grabbed him to steady him. She moved him backward toward his desk.

"I saw them. They were all together. Cassidy was straddling his hips...I can assume he had his cock in her and Barbra was on his face, getting licked." Monica said quietly, and then looked up at him. He looked angry.

"Please don't say that here! Barbra wouldn't do that! She wouldn't cheat on me like that! And you say your daughter was with them as well? How do I know this isn't some delusion?" he said heatedly, and Monica gasped, not believing that he doubted her.

"I saw it, I was there...I heard them! I watched long enough for my senses to adjust to what I saw, but I saw them fucking Steve. I can't believe you're saying I'm lying, or am crazy! I'm not. Your wife was getting her pussy licked while my husband fucked our daughter!" She practically shouted at him, in anger that he didn't believe her. He looked furious at her as she talked. And as she finished speaking he raised his hand and slapped her face. It wasn't hard, but she fell to the ground in shock and looked back at him. His anger quickly drained from him, replaced by horror at what he had just done. She started to cry; partly that he didn't believe her on top of everything else. He stood stunned over her for a minute before he leaned over and gently pulled her up, still crying. 

"I am so sorry Monica; I can't believe I did that to you. I just...my wife...Barbra...how could she?" he said, himself starting to cry as he held her. She sobbed against his chest as he stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry that I had to tell you Steve. I didn't want to hurt you. I would never hurt you...I'm sorry I did." She gasped out as she sobbed, looking up as he cried before her. He had always been there for her, so strong that he always wanted to help her, and she always wanted to return that. And now she had hurt him with what she told him. She didn't like him hurt. Without really thinking she pulled her self up and nuzzled against his neck, her tears falling on his cheek. He gripped her tighter as she did. She then moved her head and kissed his neck while he stroked her hair. She then raised her hand and pulled him down as she looked up and kissed him softly on the lips. He accepted the kiss, and returned it. Warning bells started inside him shortly after and he started to pull away. She gripped him tighter.




Have Faith... Ch. 06



He still kissed her, but half heartedly, until her tongue flooded into his mouth and he felt a rush of desire for the woman before him. He had always desired her; the forbidden fruit that he knew was tainted, but the sweeter for it. He pictured her as she had been and part of him wanted that now as she kissed him. He again started to come to his senses when her hand started to massage his crotch, and without his consent, his body gave in. Now he needed this woman...wanted her. Her touch was driving him crazy...he returned the passionate kiss with even more vigor then she was. He crushed her to him as she continued to massage his now erect member. He gasped when she broke the kiss.

"God Steve...I need you....I've always needed you!" She growled out as she knelt down in front of him and quickly started unbuckling his pants and unzipped his fly. Again some part of him started to come to wake up as he looked at her and he tried to rally his strength.

"Monica, we...we shouldn't...ahhhhhhhh!" he started, but was cut off as she engulfed his aching member into her mouth. He looked at her; almost painfully as the last of his will seemed to drain from him, sucked out by the temptress before him as she worked her magic on him. "Oh Monica!" he groaned as he raised his hand and gripped her hair. He could hear the obscene, sucking sounds her mouth were making on him, and the complete act was driving him mad with lust. He gasped aloud when he felt both her hands tightly grip his ass, as if she was denying any chance of escape...though that was long past for the good Reverend. In the matters of sex, he was a novice compared to the master before him. 

Monica was in frenzy, and she was long past comprehension of what she was doing. All she knew was that here was a virulent male before her and she needed him, so she took what she needed. Her mouth worked automatically on Steve, trying to get what she wanted...his juice down her throat. She used her mouth like a vacuum, taking him to the root, using her throat muscles to squeeze him, then pulling back to suck hard on the head of his hard cock. He had a respectable cock, but Monica's mouth had been used to her husband's monster, this was not a challenge...except to get it off. She purred as she worked hard to get her reward, glancing up, she knew it wasn't long coming.

"Ohhhh Monica, I can't...I've done never this...aahhhh...ahhhh...AAHHHHH!" Steve grunted out as weeks worth of stored up energy shot into her mouth. Monica gulped and took every drop, sucking voraciously. She didn't let her mouth fill, but kept swallowing every burst as it came. Only after a dozen blasts did it stop, and still Monica continued sucking. Steve's cock, which had started to flag, again grew as hard as stone as she kept sucking. He had to push her away, or he feared real damage to himself. "GOOD LORD!" he gasped out as he fell back on the desk in dizziness and disbelief. If he could have looked up he would have seen that she wasn't going to let him rest, nor think as she practically tore off her panties from under her dress and quickly climbed up on the desk with him. "Monica, what are...oh god!" he started to ask her, then watched as she quickly straddled him and impaled herself to the hilt on his hard cock.

"Oh Steve...sooo good!" She moaned out as she felt him inside herself. She steadied her body atop his and leaning over, used her hands to pin his shoulders to the desktop. She then started riding him. She was groaning every time she slammed her hips back against his, impaling her body on his hard spear as deep as she could. He was gasping out below her, watching the woman above him as sweat began rolling off her body and onto his. Again he fell into the ocean of lust that now surrounded Monica, her desire almost a palpable aura around her as she ground herself on him. She leaned over and started sucking on his neck and chest, tugging his shirt open to bare more skin. She left a minefield of hickies on his hide as her hips flew up and down on his engorged cock.

"Oh god Monica!" Steve groaned out, lost in confusion and lust, only thinking second to second as waves of pleasure washed over him. Never before had he experienced anything more erotic or bewildering. She gasped even harder as she rode him even harder.

"OHHH god...oohh god...OOHHH FFUUUCCKKKINNNGG YEEESSSS!" Monica shouted out as she came, her pussy gripping him as tight as any glove, pulling him up into blessed warmth, and pushing him over the edge yet again.

"AARRGGHHH!" he grunted out as his hips shot up and his cream blew into her. 

"Oh god yes...CUM!" She screamed again as she felt him bucking below her. She grabbed his head and kissed him violently, all while her hips ground out every last second of pleasure from him. She groaned when she felt her over filled pussy slosh the liquid out and coat the skin between them. She gave one final violent spasm and then collapsed atop him, both of them panting and fighting for breath. She smiled weakly as she lay there, exhausted, but content. They lay like that for several minutes before Monica felt the man beneath her stir. As he moved, she felt as if she was just waking from a dream. He tried to push her off him, and she slowly climbed off him and planted her feet on the floor.

"What have we done? Good lord, why did we do this?" he asked aloud, as if to himself or too God. He then sat up and looked at her, shaking his head. 

"I'm sorry Steve, I didn't mean..." she started to say as she tried to hold him, but he stopped her, a look of horror and anger on his face. He shook his head at her.

"Go! For God's sake, just go please! This should not have happened...please go!" he told her, not wanting to look at her. She started crying, fully realizing what she had done now, her desires no longer feeding her. "For Christ's sake...leave!" he screamed at her. She flinched as if he had struck her again and she turned and bolted from his office, slowing long enough to snatch her purse from the counter near the doorway, and then running from the building. Upon reaching her car, she stopped and leaning against it, began to sob. After a few minutes, she woodenly climbed into the car and started it up. The thoughts she had then were dark and lonely, she felt like she had burned her last bridge and that her life was a complete ruin. Why had she done that, she asked herself as she sat there. She didn't have an answer. She slowly put the car in drive and drove away.

Barbra was a nervous wreak. After she had gotten home, she half expected her husband to already be there waiting for her to get back so that he could confront her, but Barbra knew that he wouldn't be home that soon. She figured she had a little time, so she quickly jumped into the shower and cleaned any sex smells from her body. She then threw her clothes in with the laundry and washed them. She tried to calm herself, not wanting to look nervous or upset when he did come home. Two hours went by, and she was getting frantic again. He was rarely this late, it being after nine o'clock. She quickly took out the clothes, which were now dry, and started to fold them. She then heard the front door open, then close. She took a deep breath to try and relax, but continued folding clothes. Steve didn't rush into the laundry looking for her in a grand confrontation, and Barbra again grew nervous as she finished the clothes and took the basket to her room. She quickly put the clothes away, and still her husband didn't come to her to yell at her. She sighed again, this time in relief, thinking she had actually dodged the bullet and maybe Monica hadn't talked to him. She then went in search of her husband, a small smile on her face.

"Hey honey...I thought I heard the door close." She said as she entered the kitchen and saw him sitting in the living room; almost on the exact spot she had licked Cassidy the other day. He looked up at her as she spoke, he looked weary and sad, and she knew Monica had talked to him. Again her heart started racing, but she tried to act normal. "Steve...what's wrong?" She hated to ask, but knowing she would probably do that any other time he looked upset. He was silent, but continued to look at her. She walked into the living room and sat down beside him, trying to look concerned. "Steve, what's wrong?" 

"Have you been cheating on me?" he asked her simply, not a statement but a question. She looked at him in faked surprised, thinking quickly what to answer. 

"No...why are you asking me this?" She asked him, her voiced raised in nervousness, which she hoped he would take as righteous indignation. He looked at her more sternly.

"You're not lying too me? Because I've been told different. She told me you, John Morgan and his daughter have been having sex, over at his house!" he accused her, his voice louder now. She was angry now, not liking being yelled at...even if it was true.

"Don't yell at me Steve Granger! I didn't sleep with John Morgan! And did you say one of his daughter's...how can you imagine me having sex with both of them? I hardly know them Steve! Who's this 'she' you are talking about?" She asked him, her voice raised, as she paced back and forth now. Her heart was racing and she felt ill, both from her anger and the lies. He hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't want to tell her who it was.

"It was Monica, his wife. She saw you three tonight over at her house when she came home. I believe her." He told her quietly. Barbra sighed deeply.

"So you believe her over me? From everything you have told me about her she seems to have a lot of personal problems." Barbra told him, she then remembered what John and the girls told her about their mother accusing him of 'rape' every time they had sex. "When I talked to John Morgan and his daughter's they said she often accused him of rape...John said it was sex, sex she often would instigate, but then she would call him a rapist! Did you know that?" She asked him loudly, her anger still showing at being yelled at. She knew she had scored a hit on him, because he looked pale suddenly.

"Yes...yes, she admitted that to me once or twice." He said quietly, his thoughts going back to what had happened in the church tonight. Barbra saw that he was unsure now and figured she should press the point.

"Well, if she admitted lying about them having sex, maybe this is some sort of lie as well?" Barbra told him, more confident now that he was unsure of the source. She noticed he now looked like a landed fish and he sat back down on the couch. He closed his eyes for a second as he sighed.

"I guess it's possible Barbra." He told her quietly. She smiled, knowing she had him convinced. She turned around so he wouldn't see the smile if he opened his eyes. She then glanced back at him more seriously.

"So you come home and accuse me of fucking around on you and the source is a bitch you know to be a liar!" Barbra growled at him and he opened his eyes with anger in them as she spoke.

"Don't use that language in here Barbra." He told her sternly, though he kept his voice low.

"I'll use whatever fucking language I want in here...it's my house too! Remember, you were the one to accuse me of screwing around, not the other way around! I can use whatever language I want Steve." She told him loudly, her breathing heavy as she paced back and forth in front of him, her anger very real now.

"I'm sorry Barbra, I shouldn't have believed her, not after..." he started to say and fell silent. She continued pacing for a second, but finally caught what he said. She stopped and looked at him with curiosity. She saw that he was definitely holding something back. She wanted to know what it was...she didn't want any surprises later for her to deal with if she could help it.

"What is it Steve? What else are you going to accuse me of? Did I shoot Kennedy or something?" She said sarcastically. He glanced up at her, still hesitating, and Barbra's chest tightened, wanting to know even worse than before. "Dammit Steve, what is it?" She asked him forcefully and she saw him slowly nod.

"I suppose you have...have a right to know..." he said, then sighed deeply. "Especially if Monica was lying about..." he sighed yet again, not wanting to speak further. "After she told me about you...you and the others, she was crying a lot. I was crying, thinking you had cheated on me...we comforted each other." He told her, and Barbra had a sudden flash of unreality, half realizing what was coming but unable to fully form it into thought in her head.

"Comforted?" She asked him quietly, it dawning on her where he was going. He nodded to her, but refused to look her in the eye.

"At first...we just held each other. She...she then started kissing me. And I...I kissed her back." He said with a deep sigh, and then looked up at her, tears in eyes. "Then we had sex." He finished quietly, looking back down at the rug. Barbra, just stood there, mouth agape at his words. She then hurriedly turned away from him and took a few steps toward the breakfast bar and leaned against it. She was grinning furiously, trying her best not to laugh at the irony of the whole situation. But after a half minute she composed herself and her thoughts.

"So after she confesses to me having sex with her husband and daughter...you two have sex. No you two fucked! And you come home to accuse me of screwing her husband!" She yelled at him, in mock anger now, trying her best not to laugh and go up to him and kiss him for being an ignorant ass. He looked up at her as she cursed, but didn't say anything to her. "Oh that's fucking grand!" She said loudly as she shook her head at him, biting her lip she had a hard time not smiling. "You're amazing!" She threw her hands in the air in mock sarcasm and let herself laugh then, hoping he would think she had lost it...which she had. She laughed softly and noticed he stood up and moved toward her. "Don't touch me!" She said as she looked at him.

"I'm sorry Barbra. I was weak, and..." he started to say, and then stopped. "You're right." He said simply as he looked at her. Barbra shook her head...she had to get out of there, and it's probably what she would have done if she wasn't truly lying to him about everything.

"I need to leave." She told him simply and she started back to their bedroom to quickly pack. He hastily followed.

"Barbra, wait...don't leave...please, for God's sake I messed up, but don't go! We can talk this out." He said as they both reached their room and he saw her pulling down one of her suitcases. She shook her head at him, and gave him a small grin.

"I don't want to talk about it Steve...I've had enough of this, of you! I waited for years for you to get your head out of the fucking clouds and..." She stopped herself, she was about to say 'back between my legs' but given the current situation, it wasn't wise. "I'm done. You fucking the little Miss Monica is just the icing on the cake Steve. I'll come by some other time when you aren't here to collect more of my things, and I'll call you with any other information, but for now I'm moving to a Motel! If I really feel like it I'll call you some day and tell you which one." She told him sternly. He remained silent, not believing the situation. He watched as she berated him and stuffed her suitcase, grabbing another for other things after the first became full.

"Is this for good...are you coming back?" He asked her quietly. She didn't say anything, but continued to pack. A minute after she closed the last one and looked at him.

"Maybe, probably...I don't know, but don't expect me back anytime soon." She told him uncertainly to keep her options open, but she knew this was for good. She had thought about doing this for years, now was just the right time. She felt sorry for him; she even felt tears flood her eyes as she looked at him as he sat on the bed dejectedly. They had been together too long to feel nothing, but she knew it was over...she just didn't want to tell him that yet. She hesitated, then moved over and kissed him on the forehead, and backed up, grabbing her suit cases. He looked at her and he knew.

"Last kiss farewell?" He asked her, his voice thick with emotion as he looked at her. She looked at him as she stood there. She hesitated, but then she slowly nodded. She then sighed.

"Goodbye Steve." She told him and she quickly walked to the front door with the heavy bags. She half expected him to follow, or try and stop her, but he did neither, which was for the best. She quickly loaded her car and pulled out onto the street. At the first stop sign, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed John's number. He picked up after a few rings. "John, listen...I just left Steve and am going to stay at the Hotel 6 downtown, you know it right? Ok, meet me there as soon as you can...no, I don't want to try and explain over the phone. I know it's after nine, but you really need to hear what I have to tell you...BEFORE you talk to your wife. Trust me; you need to meet me at the hotel. I'll call you again after I know the room number I'll be at. Bye." Barbra, said, and then hung up the phone. She quickly headed into town to the hotel.

It was lonely at the house alone, but Cynthia wasn't worried. She had the doors locked and her phone was near her on the table as she watched TV in the living, waiting for her mother to show up. She was beginning to get worried, it was past Nine o'clock and she still wasn't home yet. Cynthia felt that if the others got home before mom did, things might go bad, but she didn't have to worry about that. Just then the phone rang and she answered it, thinking it might be her mother.

"Oh hey daddy, is everything ok? No mommy hasn't been home yet, or called. Barbra staying at a hotel...ok. Ok, daddy, but if you go there you'll probably be later then ten getting home. Ok, daddy...love you too." Cynthia said to her father as he talked, then hung up after he had. She wondered what Barbra wanted to talk to her father about, though she figured that her mother had in fact told Reverend Granger about the three of them here at the house, otherwise why would Barbra leave. Cynthia shrugged and hoped that everything was ok with her mother.

Monica was crying terribly. She was behind the wheel, and her car was parked at the end of Weathered drive...a dead end road. Monica had drove there with visions of driving off the end of it and into the twenty foot runoff gully beneath. She only had to start the car and go around the steel barrier to end it she figured. That had been the plan anyway, coming here. But she couldn't, she was too scared and in the end, still not ready to die. She was miserable though, feeling worthless. She sat there and sobbed, but she knew...now that she was here; she wasn't going to commit suicide. She couldn't go to Reverend Granger now...she had burned that bridge quite well, and besides a few church going friends...friends who she now thought might be best to avoid, she had no one. No one except her family. She didn't enjoy that thought, standing in front of John and Cassidy at that moment made her feel worse. 

It wasn't that she blamed them, she didn't, and she blamed herself mostly. If she had taken Steve's advice all those years ago, maybe this moment could have been avoided. She didn't know, but she certainly felt guilty enough. Monica then thought about Cynthia. Maybe she could catch her while she was still at her friend's house and pick her up...they could talk in private. Monica knew it was pathetic pinning her hopes on her youngest daughter...she shouldn't throw this off on her, but Monica was desperate, very desperate. She quickly started the car and headed to her street.

Cynthia sat there watching TV, still waiting. It was close to Ten o'clock now...only fifteen minutes till, when Cynthia heard the front door open and she looked back and saw no one. After a few seconds a shiver ran through her, thinking maybe someone was breaking in, until her mother finally walked in too where she could see her. Cynthia relaxed, but could immediately see her mother had been crying horribly. Monica saw her and looked at her sadly.




Have Faith... Ch. 06



"Are the other's home Cindy?" She asked her daughter, dreading the answer. Cynthia shook her head.

"No mommy, they were gone when I got home and they didn't leave a note where they were going." Cynthia lied to her, hating to do so. Monica glanced over at her daughter's phone and Cynthia knew what she was thinking. "I already tried and daddy didn't pick up." she said, hoping her mother believed her. "Mommy, have you been crying, what's wrong?" Cynthia asked her, knowing what was wrong, but needing to now the facts of what she had seen as well as wanting to comfort her mother. Monica started sobbing again and Cynthia got up and came to her and hugged her. "Mommy what's wrong?"

"I am...it's all my fault, I did it...it's my fault!" She sobbed out as she gripped her daughter. Cynthia started to get worried, never having seen her mother like this. She had seen her cry a few times, but nothing close to this. 

"Mommy, you're scaring me. What happened?" Cynthia asked, still hoping that if her mother talked about it she would feel better. 

"I wasn't strong enough, I didn't tell him what I had done...I should have; now it's worse and it's my fault Cindy! It's my fault." Monica continued to mutter as she cried, and Cynthia didn't understand what she was saying.

"Mommy...what happened!" Cynthia said forcefully, hoping that would break her mother out of whatever hole she was in. Monica looked up at her, still bleary eyed, but she nodded. She continued to sniffle and cry, though it was no longer deep racking sobs.

"I came home...I came home, while you were...were away at your friend's house and I saw...I saw...oh god Cynthia I saw them!" Monica said as she cried, Cynthia tried wiping her eyes and held her mother's face.

"Mommy...who?" Cynthia asked, but knew the answer. Monica looked at her and tried to stop crying and she nodded at her.

"Your father, your sister and Barbra, they were...they were having sex on my bed." Monica told her, as she cried, though less so then she had been. Cynthia looked surprised. 

"Mommy, are you sure they weren't doing something else?" Cynthia asked, trying not to be silly, but it was hard acting to her mother. Monica looked at her in astonishment.

"Cynthia, I think I can tell when three people are having sex, when they are all naked and rutting around on a bed." She told her daughter, and then she started crying again. "And it's my entire fault your father and sister were doing that. My sins caused this...I caused this!" Monica said through half closed eyes. Cynthia looked at her and thought for a minute, confused.

"What sins mommy?" Cynthia asked her quietly. Monica looked up at her and shook her head.

"No...no, I can't tell you. No...you would never want to see me again, no." Monica told her, almost pleading her daughter not to ask anymore. Cynthia was now curious what this sin was.

"Mommy, what did you do...why is this your fault?" Cynthia asked her, quietly as to not upset her as much. If Monica had been crying less and thinking more she may have wondered why her daughter was so disinterested in the news about her father and sister, but Monica was wallowing so deep in despair that she didn't see it. Monica looked at her.

"I can't baby, especially with what happened at the church, I can't...I can't. Please stop asking Cindy." Monica pleaded with her daughter. Her tears had almost stopped, her eyes felt sandblasted and her cheeks burned from the moisture and the rubbing.

"Mommy... what happened at the church?" Cynthia asked again, now more confused then ever. 

"Cynthia, please...stop...please, stop." Monica pleaded with and she lay down on the carpet behind the couch. Cynthia felt bad for her, her own eyes weren't completely dry at the moment, but she was too curious for her own good, and she thought she could get the information from her mother now.

"Mom...what happened at the church?" Cynthia asked her, she knew and hated that she was pushing her mother, but she wanted to know. Monica looked up at her an ember of anger in her eyes as she lay there...she was tired of her daughter's questions.

"I fucked Reverend Granger ok? Now shut the fuck up dammit!" Monica yelled at her daughter. Cynthia gasped out and fell back onto her butt as she looked at her mother. She certainly wasn't expecting her mother's outburst...not like that. But she knew that her questions had hurt her mother and pushed her over the edge and she started crying. She still couldn't believe her mother's acknowledgement though.

"Mommy, you...with the Reverend?" Was all Cynthia could ask out as she started to cry, though the tears were few. Monica looked at her daughter and felt low again, and she scooted closer as she sat up and held her. They sat there behind the couch and embraced, both of them softly crying.

"Cynthia, I'm sorry I yelled at you...cursed at you. Please forgive me." Monica said as she sniffed, trying to stop her tears. Cynthia looked up at her and nodded, her own tears almost stopped. She studied her mother as they held each other, only a foot apart.

"You had sex with Mr. Granger?" Cynthia asked simply, trying to understand why her mother would do that. Monica gave her a hurt look, but nodded.

"It was stupid...really stupid. A huge mistake. I was so sad, depressed when I saw your father and...Steve was also so sad, he was crying and I felt sorry for him. It was a mistake Cindy and I wish I could undo it." Monica told her, no longer crying, but feeling very low, hardly able to look at her daughter at the moment. 

"You did it in the church?" Cynthia asked her quietly out of curiosity. She was starting to get excited thinking about her mother with Barbra's husband. That and she had noticed her mother wasn't wearing panties...her dress had rode up and Cynthia had a clear view of her mother's naked bush, which she could tell was still wet. Cynthia felt her pulse start to speed up. Monica gave her a slightly disbelieving look that her daughter would ask her that, but she nodded.

"Yes, god help me we did. And please don't ask me on what?" Monica said, actually trying to lighten the mood...her own, but also wanting her daughter to stop asking her embarrassing questions. Cynthia smiled at her, sensing her mother felt better.

"I think it's making you feel better talking about it mommy...you almost smiled just then. So...where did you two have sex at?" Cynthia asked her, her own face flushed in embarrassment and excitement. 

"I can't believe you're asking me this Cindy. But you are right I do feel better." Monica told her and glancing up, saw that her daughter was still waited for an answer. Monica actually almost laughed, but grinned softly. "I can't believe this...ok, I...we had sex on top of his desk." She said, not believing the conversation, but she smiled at her. Monica was about to ask her daughter that she ask no more questions, but Cynthia asked her one more.

"Mommy, did you leave your panties there?" Cynthia asked her and Monica gasped at her. 

"Cynthia! Why on earth are you asking me that?" Monica asked her, still not realizing she wasn't wearing them, or that she had been flashing her daughter for a long while. 

"I was just wondering, because I was wondering if this was Reverend Granger's cum?" Cynthia asked her, her voice deep with lust as her hand shot forward and she quickly touched two fingers to her mother's bare pussy. Monica gasped and bunched her dress up so that she could see, and saw that she didn't have on her panties and that she had indeed left them at the church. It was only then that the full impact of what her daughter had just done struck her. She looked back at her daughter as she showed her mother her slick fingers.

"Cynthia, Jesus!" Monica cried out as she pushed her dress down to cover her nakedness. "Were you...you looking at my...me, down there the entire time we talked?" She asked her daughter in amazement and horror. Cynthia nodded.

"Your tinkle is really pretty mommy." Cynthia told her with a playful tone. Monica gasped out and climbed to her feet, her legs felt like Jell-O and the room was spinning. She felt drunk. 

"No!" Monica said as she stumbled in a haze to her bedroom, needing to lie down. Cynthia tried to help her, but every time she touched her, Monica would pull away. When she reached her bedroom door, it hit her fully where she was and what she had seen here just hours before. She then felt extremely hot and then shivered with cold and then everything went black. 

When she awoke, she was in her bedroom, but her position had changed, she wasn't near the door, but in her bed. She tried to sit up, but her head was pounding and she felt sick to her stomach. She did see Cynthia next to her on the bed as she did though and she turned toward her. She looked like she had been asleep, but Monica's movements had woken her. 

"Hey Mommy, you feeling better?" Cynthia asked her. Monica wasn't sure. She was wondering if what happened earlier had happened. 

"Did I black out?" Monica asked her daughter and Cynthia nodded. 

"Yeah, and you bumped your head slightly on the carpet, but there wasn't any blood. Monica looked at her for a minute, not wanting to ask her what she wanted to ask her.

"Did what happen leading up to me blacking out happen?" Monica asked what she knew was a silly question, but couldn't think how to phrase it any different at the moment. Cynthia smiled at her and nodded softly to her.

"I'm sorry I freaked you out mommy, I didn't mean too. I was just excited is all." Cynthia told her and Monica looked at her strange for a second.

"Looking at my...me without panties excited you?" Monica asked her, afraid of the answer, but her daughter just smiled and nodded.

"I know mommy...you must be thinking I'm a pervert, but you do have a really nice tinkle. And it was still wet from Reverend Granger." Cynthia said causally, knowing she was again shocking her mother. Monica looked at her in astonishment, wondering how the shy girl she thought she knew was laying here taking about her sordid affair with the local Reverend. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry. She even noticed her daughter blushing. Monica tried to change the subject. 

"How did I get up here? Did you lift me up here?" Monica asked her, knowing her daughter could never pull or lift her onto the bed. Cynthia shook her head.

"No, but I'll be back in a minute mommy." Cynthia told her, and then quickly left out toward the hallway. Monica didn't know why, until she heard footsteps...multiple footsteps and then she guessed where her daughter had gone. She pulled the covers up as if to hide as her daughter returned with her father and then her sister. Monica hadn't meant too, but she started crying again...the last thing she wanted to do in front of either of those two.

"I tried to get you up on the bed mommy, but you were completely out, so I called daddy and they came home and we got you in bed." Cynthia said as the other filed in behind her and Monica looked at them. She could tell that they knew that she knew about them by their faces...they refused to meet her eyes and they didn't rush to her. Monica looked at her youngest daughter. Monica figured she had gone unseen when she espied them while they were having sex, so she assumed Cynthia had told them.

"You told them didn't you? That I saw them? You didn't tell them about...?" Monica asked her daughter in horror, thinking they now probably knew about her and Steve. Cynthia didn't answer her, her husband did.

"Cynthia didn't tell us anything, or actually she did, but we already knew...about everything. Steve confronted Barbra and she called us." He explained quietly. Monica tried to cover up with the covers but Cynthia pulled them down so that they could see each other.

"Mommy, hiding won't help, it won't make it go away." Cynthia told her and Monica looked at her, inwardly forgiving her, but then she looked at the others and grew angry.

"How could you do it John?" She asked as she looked at her husband, then glancing at Cassidy. "And with your daughter as well? How long have you two been sleeping together?" She asked him in a harsh tone, but it wasn't John that answered, but Cassidy.

"You don't know what you're talking about! He never touched me...until I forced him too, blackmailed him into doing it. And until tonight we certainly had never screwed, and he still wouldn't have but Barbra helped me seduce him." Cassidy told her, raising her voice in her father's defense. Monica tried to sit up as she looked at her mouthy daughter. 

"You seduced him? Figures you would do something like that you whore!" Monica shouted out, her words striking her daughter. John and Cynthia both reacted.

"Monica! Not another word!" John raised his voice to her.

"Mommy stop! She's not a whore!" Cynthia chided her mother, starting to cry at the anger in the room. John glared at her mother.

"Jesus Monica, how can you even think that? Yes we had sex together...something I'll deny to anyone else by the way. But do you think that I would ever have given in or considered it, but for the way things were in this family. You have your head so far up God's ass that you didn't see that...that we have no family! That whenever I or the girls wanted to get close to you, you always pulled away. I know what I and Cassidy did was wrong, but what you have been doing for years has been just as wrong. Don't ever call her a whore again...ever!" he told her sternly, looking at her as she softly cried. He looked at her and soothed his anger.

"I don't understand why you had sex with Reverend Granger, and I really don't care. Was it the first time?" John asked her quietly. She looked at him and nodded vigorously, still crying. He sighed as he sat down on the bed next to her; she looked at him like he was a snake ready to strike at first, but then relaxed and nodded as if accepting it. "Then I'm doubly sorry if what we did pushed you into...what you did. If you want we can see a lawyer about a divorce and the only thing I ask is that you keep the girls out of it, I'll admit to being unfaithful if you want I just..." he was saying and she started sobbing so strongly that the bed was shaking. He wasn't sure if he should hold her, but he didn't need to...Cynthia quickly climbed onto the bed and held her from behind. John looked down at his daughter and she nodded to him quietly. He sighed deeply and decided that they should leave the room, maybe Cynthia could calm her down without them there to agitate her. He turned to suggest that they go, when he noticed Cassidy crying hard as well. He silently wrapped his arm around her and helped her out of the door, closing it behind him.

"Are you ok?" he asked her softly as they walked down the hall a few steps. She nodded, though she continued to cry. He led her to her room and together they sat on her bed. He was silent, just sitting with her, comforting her. In a minute, she stopped crying.

'I'm ok, I just needed to get that out of my system." She told him with a puffy eyed smile.

"She shouldn't have said that, she had no right." He told her, but she shook her head.

"She had every right dad, I screwed her husband...she should be mad." Cassidy told him and he nodded softly.

"Maybe, but she should never have used that word...you're not!" he explained and then he looked at her. "I love you!" he told her and she glanced up and smiled.

"I love you too dad, maybe a little too much." She said with all seriousness. He nodded.

"Yeah, maybe, but what's done is done. I'm not sure where we go from here, but it certainly has changed." He said, and she watched him.

"Dad, I don't want to stop being your lover, I don't. Please don't do that!" she told him and started to cry again, and he held her.

"I wasn't saying that, but...this isn't the time to discuss it and I'm not in the mood to at the moment. It's past midnight now and I am tired. I need to get to bed." He told her and started to get up, but she stopped him.

"Can I sleep with you tonight...please?" She asked him, a needy look on her face. He groaned aloud. "To sleep, not sex, I promise dad." She told him and he looked at her for a second and nodded.

"In the other bed...it's bigger and the idea of sleeping together in the room you grew up in is...disturbing to me." He told her and she agreed. She said she would be in there in a few minutes and he went ahead and got ready and climbed into bed in the other room. A minute later she opened the door and headed to the bed wearing a conservative teddy and he softly nodded, dreading her sleeping in the buff with him. He did actually want to sleep. She climbed in next to him and cuddled up to him...it being a double bed, she had too. Conservative or not, the thin material did little to hide her curves or body heat, and as she lay against him, her hot breath on his arm, it wasn't her that started it, but him. Later, when they did sleep, it was due to exhaustion.

Cynthia continued to hold her mother as she sobbed, but after about twenty minutes she grew quiet and Cynthia thought she was asleep and started to drift that way as well. She then heard her mother start to cry again, this time much quieter. 

"Mom?" Cynthia asked her simply, figuring asking more would be detrimental to her mother. Monica sighed and turned toward her. Cynthia wiped her eyes with the covers.

"I thought you were asleep." Monica told her daughter.

"I thought you were as well mommy. Why are you crying still?" Cynthia asked her.

"It's just all my fault is all, even you. You used to not think about sex and things. Now you do." Monica said, sounding crazy to her daughter. Cynthia didn't laugh though, but she did smile at her.

"Mommy, I'm an eighteen year old teenager, of course I think about sex all the time. I'm just shy around most people so I don't get noticed." Cynthia said, in some embarrassment to her mother. Monica looked at her differently.

"I don't know anymore is all." Monica said, and then glanced at her daughter. "Are you still a virgin?" She asked her daughter and Cynthia nodded. "Good, stay that way until you get married and you'll be happier." Monica told her.

"I don't want to mommy. I didn't say I didn't want to have sex...I do. And I have, had sex that is...I'm still a virgin though." She admitted to her mother as she blushed.

"Oh god Cynthia, it's wrong to have sex outside of marriage." Monica explained to her.

"You had sex with Reverend Granger!" Cynthia said as she looked at her mother and Monica started crying again.

"I know and I'm going to hell for it, along with all the other things I have done." Monica muttered out as she cried softly. 

"Mommy, why do you keep saying such things? What are you talking about? You kept talking like this in the living room. What did you do that was so bad?" Cynthia asked her and Monica cried harder. Cynthia held her harder, trying to calm her. In a few minutes she did. "Mommy...you have to talk about this. I can tell you're all worked up over it, you should get it out in the open." Cynthia pleaded with her, but she shook her head.

"I only told Steve...Reverend Granger and you can see how that turned out. I can't tell you." Monica told her, as she calmed down and stopped crying.

"So you told him in confessional? Didn't he forgive you or something?" Cynthia asked her and Monica looked at her and chuckled in grim humor.

"You didn't really pay attention in church did you Honey?" Monica asked her with a slight smile. Cynthia grinned and shook her head, blushing as she did.

"I only went because you wanted me to mommy, I liked the time together just you and I." Cynthia said, and Monica gave her a huge smile and leaning in hugged her tightly.

"Oh thank you Cynthia, I needed that!" Monica told her with joy as she smiled. "But I did everything Steve told me to do to get forgiveness except one...I was supposed to confess what I had done to John and you girls, but I couldn't...can't" Monica told her, her voice thick with emotion as she fought back the tears. "I did some really bad things years back, back before Cassidy had her accident." She finished and sighed deeply, tears flowing slowly down her puffy cheeks.




Have Faith... Ch. 07



When the morning came, John awoke at the sound of the alarm clock. He let Cassidy sleep on as she lay in the bed. He had decided last night to call in today, maybe Friday as well, there was just too much to settle at the house to justify him going off to work to escape it. He quickly called his boss...he didn't mind too much, seeing as John had plenty of sick time remaining, he went ahead and called out for tomorrow as well. He figured the girls would want to do much the same, and he didn't mind, neither missed many days, and he hated the thought of Cynthia breaking down at school or Cassidy at her job. He was thankful that she was currently taking a break from the local college this quarter. Calling in settled, he went to make himself a pot of coffee...he felt he would need it today. Just as it finished brewing, Cynthia slowly opened the door to his bedroom and came out into the kitchen. 

"Hey sweetie, get some sleep?" He asked her as she smiled at him sleepily and shrugged.

"Some daddy. Mommy didn't sleep well." She explained to him and he nodded. "She is now though, but I smelled the coffee." She said as she walked up to stand near him.

"I remember you not being much of a coffee drinker." He said and she nodded.

"Yeah, but I think I can use some today." She said as she poured herself a cup after he did the same. She fixed it her way and they both stood for a minute drinking.

"I think you and Cassidy should stay home today, probably tomorrow as well. I already called out for today and tomorrow." He said and she nodded. She was an 'A' student, but she figured dad was right...with all the stress at home, staying here was better then going out. Ironically that made sense to her. She glanced at her father. She then sat down her cup and reaching out took his, and sat it down. He looked at her questioningly. 

"I have a feeling that today is going to go downhill from here daddy and I just wanted to ask you something?" she asked him.

"Ok, go ahead." He told her.

"Can you kiss me...I mean a real kiss, like you used to give mommy, please I really need it daddy." She asked him quietly and for a split second he started to refuse, but he couldn't, not with how she asked and with what had already happened. He nodded to her and she smiled and moved toward him. She put her arms around his taller body...he hunched over and their lips meet and parted. John felt her tongue enter his mouth and he snaked around it with his own. He let her decide how long of a kiss to give. When the minute mark or so hit, John felt a small hand as it cupped his growing member and he fought to not laugh as they kissed, but it felt good and his body responded to her hand. He then reached down and softly, but firm gripped both of her ass cheeks, pulling them even closer as they kissed. He could feel her soft moans that vibrated into his mouth from her tongue. She was blowing air heavily through her nose as they kissed, their tongues probing each others mouths for a minute or so more until she broke off and had to breathe. He smiled at her as they took deep breaths and smiled at each other.

"I thought you...were just going...too kiss." He asked her teasingly. She grinned at him, her face flushed.

"I couldn't resist daddy, I'm sorry." She told him and again leaned into him, laying her head on his chest and again he quickly felt her hand on his engorged member. He chuckled and looked down at her and she glanced at him, grinning. "Sorry I still can't resist." She told him as her small hand continued to stroke him and he didn't stop her.

"You know we can't do this...at least not now. We have too much to sort out today to open this new can of worms." He told her and she nodded with a groan.

"I know daddy, but this is a really big worm!" She told him, her face flushed with her own boldness. Sleeping next to her mother last not and not trying anything with her had been very hard and she was super charged this morning. She sighed as she stepped back, her hand the last thing to break contact with his body. He saw her squeeze her legs together and said a silent prayer to his wife's god to help him through this...insanity. She went and sat down at the kitchen table, but he grabbed another cup of coffee...oh yeah, he needed it. A minute later Cassidy came walking into the kitchen from the living room and grinned at him, then looked at her sister, who smiled back at her and raised her hand.

"Morning Cas." She said.

"Hey Cindy...hey daddy." Cassidy said, and looking back at her father, she immediately noticed his erection through his pants and grinned.

"Ok, what did I miss?" Cassidy said with a grin as she looked from one of them to the other. Cynthia was grinning from ear-to-ear and was blushing furiously. John shrugged, but smiled at her.

"Your sister just kissed me is all." John explained and Cassidy laughed slightly and looked back at her sister. 

"That must have been some kiss sis." Cassidy told her sister, then moved to her father and embraced him. She too leaned up and kissed him, much the same way her sister had. But Cassidy backed her father against the counter and straddled his erection with her uncovered legs, wedging her crotch against his hard cock as it pulled against the fabric of the pants. He was the one starting to moan as she kept going, using her thigh muscles to squeeze his erection and push it into her crotch. A minute later, she stood back and smiled at him as he panted, his pants tented obscenely as he started laughing softly. 

"Now that's how you kiss." Cassidy told her sister as she glanced back at her. Cynthia was quite flushed, her having pinched her own nipples and palm pressed her own crotch while she had watched the show at the counter. Cassidy moved over to her and leaning over kissed her as well, her tongue sharing with her sisters. But Cassidy broke the kiss after ten seconds or so, knowing that to go on would mean going further, and with their mother in the house, that wouldn't be a good idea.

"Damn." John muttered quietly as they broke the sibling kiss. Both of the girls grinned at him after he spoke and he adjusted his pants to be less painful, until it went down on its own. He turned back to his coffee, which he downed in one gulp and sighed loudly.

"Daddy wants to keep us home the next few days...I think he has plans Cas." Cynthia told her jokingly, after which her father gave her a dirty look as Cassidy laughed. He shook his head with a small smile.

"Yeah, I think we should all stay home, at least through this weekend." He told them, looking at each of them in turn. Cassidy nodded.

"I don't mind, I don't particularly like that job anyway. I only do it to help pay for school, and I'm not going right now." Cassidy said, more to herself then to the others. "So what are we going to do today?' Cassidy asked her father. 

"Not sure really, I just didn't want either of you getting emotional away from home and doing stuff there. This won't be easy, especially the next few days until we find out what's going to happen." John said, and even though he didn't say it, all of them knew that much of that rested with Monica, and she was asleep in the bedroom.

"What does mom want Cindy? Are dad and she getting a divorce?" Cassidy asked her sister, not mincing her words. Cynthia frowned at her sister, but shrugged.

"She cried most of the night, when we were awake that is. She keeps saying it's her fault and that she committed sins. She told me she confessed to Reverend Granger about them." Cynthia told them, hoping maybe they could help figure it out.

"Well I don't think he's going too want to talk to us, and it would be a bad idea to try. Barbra said she had him convinced that Monica was just making it up, and I don't want to do anything that might make him think otherwise." John said, thinking it through.

"Maybe Barbra might have some information about it, something she didn't remember at the time?" Cassidy suggested, and John looked at her and shrugged slightly.

"Maybe...we should call her and ask her, but she probably doesn't know if Monica told him in confession." John said and Cassidy looked at him.

"Well it won't hurt, I'll call her dad...maybe she'll know something." Cassidy said and looked at her sister. "Do you think you can get mom to tell you what she was talking about, or find out what she wants to do?" Cassidy asked her, and their father nodded in agreement.

"Your sister and I can't do that I think. It's probably best if we stay out of her sight, at least for today." He told his youngest and she nodded her agreement.

"Ok daddy, I don't have a problem with it, but she was really adamant in not talking to me about it last night." Cynthia told him and he looked at her.

"Try, just don't make her mad...you're the only one she wants to see at the moment." John told his daughter and she nodded.

"I'm going back in there and see if she's awake...be there if she does." Cynthia told them as she stood up and walked back to the bedroom and went inside. The others watched the door close.

"Ok, daddy, I'll go try Barbra, she should be up by now." Cassidy told him and he looked at her.

"You don't want to eat breakfast first." He suggested to her, but she shook her head.

"I'm not hungry right now. Besides I had plenty of sausage last night." She told him with a wink as she left the kitchen. She heard his laugh as she entered the living room, and walked to her own room to grab her phone.

Cynthia climbed back into bed, trying not to disturb her mother, but she saw her move slightly as she got in. She slowly moved up close to her mother, but not touching her. A few minutes later Monica opened her eyes at the ceiling.

"Morning mommy." Cynthia said softly, and Monica looked over at her with a small smile on her face. A few seconds later her brain caught up on current events and her smile slipped away. Cynthia saw the gesture and raising her hand, softly stroked her mother's face and hair. "You ok?" She asked her mother, and Monica just looked at her, thinking of a response.

"I guess, all things considered. Did you stay with me the whole night?" Monica asked her, and she nodded. "You didn't need to honey I was..." Monica started to say.

"You cried most of the night and even after you fell asleep, you cried a few times as you slept mommy...I wasn't leaving you alone." Cynthia told her and Monica smiled at her, emotional tears coated her eyes.

"Thank you sweetie, thank you for the help." Monica told her with a pleased smile. Cynthia gave her a huge smile back.

"It wasn't a problem mommy, I love you." Cynthia told her and leaning over, kissed her on the lips. Monica was surprised after all that had happened, but the kiss was chaste, though erotic none the less. Seconds later when her daughter pulled away, Monica's heart was beating rapidly and her skin was flushed. Cynthia continued to stroke and play with her mother's hair as she looked at her. "Do you want anything to eat or drink...I can get you something if you do?" Cynthia asked her, but Monica just shook her head as she looked at her. But her daughter's question, made Monica think about the others in the house.

"Are your father and sister still in the house?" Monica asked her softly, wondering if they had left to stay at a hotel or whatnot last night. Cynthia nodded.

"They're both awake; I saw them in the kitchen a little while ago." Cynthia said and hesitated as she thought too say more. "Daddy suggested we all stay home today, that way if we get upset, it won't be in public...so I can stay at home with you all day if you want. It's been awhile since we've had a whole day together." Cynthia told her with a smile and Monica smiled back weakly. She honestly liked the idea of spending time with her youngest daughter, she just wasn't sure if she felt comfortable being in the house all day with the others.

"Well, it's probably a good idea to stay home. I guess we have some things to work out." Monica agreed with her daughter, but dreaded discussing the events of yesterday again, though she knew that couldn't be avoided. She knew she had put off too many things.

"Mommy...have you thought about what we talked about last night, when we both lay here?" Cynthia asked her in hesitation, but feeling that her mother needed to talk about her problems. She could see her mother was holding this 'secret' in and it was causing her pain. Monica looked at her, unsure what her daughter talked about. "About you keeping your 'sins' as you called them." Cynthia explained to her and saw the wall go up on her mother's face.

"I'm just not ready to discuss that Cindy." Monica told her stubbornly. 

"Well are you going to be ready if you and daddy get a divorce?" Cynthia asked her for shock value and Monica looked at her and shook her head, her eyes filling with tears.

"I don't know Cindy; it's just so hard to talk about it." Monica said, slow tears falling down her face. 

"Mom...if you talk about it, you can let go of it. You said that you were afraid that I would hate you or that it would destroy the family, but right now, the family is pretty messed up. Daddy doesn't know if you even want to stay married, so coming out with this 'secret' wont hurt much. And no matter what you did...even if you killed someone, I would still love you." Cynthia told her, and Monica looked at her, and then started crying harder as she finished. Cynthia held her, herself crying as they embraced each other. After a minute Cynthia used her hand to raise her mothers chin, and slowly leaning down and kissed her, both still crying. After a few seconds Monica stopped crying...this was no simple kiss and she opened her mouth and she welcomed her daughter's tongue, She meet it and twirled hers around her daughter's. She gripped Cynthia harder to herself. But after another few seconds she pushed her daughter away, as other thoughts invaded her head. 

"Cynthia, this isn't right." Monica told her as she shook her head. Cynthia looked at her with lust in her eyes.

"I just wanted to show you how much I love you mommy...as a mother and hopefully as more." Cynthia told her. Monica starred at her, and then started crying again. Cynthia held her again, this time fearfully.

"I'm sorry mommy, I got excited is all...don't pull back from me please." Cynthia pleaded with her. Monica pushed her back slowly, still crying, but very weakly.

"Ok, I'll...I'll tell you what you want to know. Oh god Cynthia, please don't hate me!" Monica told her and Cynthia shook her head.

"Never mommy!" Cynthia told her and waited for her to talk. Monica looked hesitant as her daughter looked on. 

"I...if I'm going to do this...it has to be in front of everyone...I don't think I want to have to tell each of you personally." Monica told her as she started crying again "God Cynthia...I hope this...your father will hate me after I talk...I know it!" Monica said as she cried. Cynthia didn't respond, couldn't respond, not knowing what her mother's secret was. She only held her mother to her as she cried and hoped that her mother was wrong.

Later, John was in the living room with the TV on, though he wasn't watching it. He was lost in thought, thinking about what the future held, what would happen. He didn't think his marriage would survive, not sure if he even wanted it too. He hoped both girls would be with him afterward...not for sex, but just because he loved them dearly. He knew Cassidy would come with him no matter, but he wasn't sure about Cynthia. He knew she wanted to try and have sex with him, but at heart she was a momma's girl and it might be best if she did go with her mother. He was lost thinking along those lines when a knock sounded at the door. He quickly got up and opening it, saw that it was Barbra.

"Hey Barbra, is something wrong?" John asked her, suddenly worried that maybe something new had happened. 

"No...at least no new worries, but after Cassidy called me I figured I'd come over and talk to you both in person. Can I come in?" She asked and he nodded. Cassidy had already told him what Barbra had told her, which really wasn't anything new, certainly nothing about his wife's 'sins', nor did Cassidy mention Barbra coming over. "I'm sorry I really couldn't remember anything more about your wife, John. But I do remember him talking about her and how whatever she told him was eating her up...destroying her was the words he used I think. But honestly I just wanted to get away from the Hotel room...I was bored." She told him and he nodded.

"Maybe Barbra, but now might not be a good time. Monica is here and in bed. Cynthia is trying to get her feeling better...maybe open up I hope. If she sees you here, it might make things worse." He explained and she nodded.

"I'm sorry John, but can you please let me stay, I am going crazy alone. I can't really talk to anyone else about this...how could I explain to them? I might have come off as ok about getting a divorce, but I'm scared shitless John...I haven't been single in almost two decades and it scares me." She said as she drew close to him and placed her hand on his arm. He looked at her and nodded.

"I'm in the same position Barbra, but I guess you can stay." He told her and was about to say more when Cassidy walked into the room.

"Oh hey Barbra...I thought I heard a knock on the door. Anything wrong?" Cassidy asked her, thinking along the same lines as he father.

"I just had to get out of the room is all, I was going crazy." She commented and looked at John and he nodded again at her. "How are you doing?' She asked both of them as she moved to take a seat on the couch. 

"Like you...crazy. Were waiting for mom to decide if she wants a divorce or figure out what she wants." Cassidy said in frustration. Her father had refused to fool around with her anymore today and she was a little mad at him and she was going stir crazy staying at home. She agreed that going to work or for Cynthia, school, was a bad idea, but Cassidy needed to do something.

"Cas, please have patients. Your mother has been through a lot and has to have time to figure things out and adjust. So do we. This won't be solved after a few days you know." He chastised her softly. He thought he knew what was up with her, but he had already explained that he wasn't comfortable fooling around in the daytime with her, while her mother was here and in her current condition. She nodded to him, but still looked frustrated. Barbra smiled, thinking she had seen enough to understand.

"Maybe a bit later you and I can go out and do something...just get out and drive maybe?" Barbra asked her. John quickly glanced at her.

"Yeah ok." She said, her expression becoming less grim.

"Now wait...that may not be a good idea Cas." John told her and she sighed as she looked at him. Cassidy looked as if she was about to respond, but Cynthia walked into the living room from the kitchen. 

"Hey mommy wants...oh hey Barbra." Cynthia said as she looked at them and in some confusion wondered why Barbra was there.

"What does your mother want Cynthia?" John asked, more interested in news about Monica then pleasantries. Cynthia looked at him, hesitating only a second as she was lost in her thoughts.

"Mommy said that she would tell us what was bothering her, but only if we're all together and not separately. She's really upset; I didn't like pushing her that hard daddy." Cynthia said; visibly upset herself as she stood there. John walked up to her and embraced her and she returned the gesture. "She said for all of us to come to the living room and that she would be here in a minute. I think she had to use the bathroom first." She told him as she looked up at him. John looked at her and then glanced back at Barbara as he separated from his daughter.

"Barbra, you should probably go if Monica is coming out here." John said and Cassidy looked at him.




Have Faith... Ch. 07



"Dad, she just got here, we can all go in..." Cassidy started to say, but her mother entering the room from the kitchen stopped her. 

"She can stay, I don't care." Monica told them with some anger, but also resignation in her voice. "Besides I think she's part of the family now." She said sarcastically, looking directly at Barbra. Barbra looked back at her, at first lowering her eyes in shame, but something about how Monica looked at her almost challengingly, forced Barbra's eyes back up and they locked gazes for a few seconds, then it was Monica who looked away.

"Barbra, you should go." John said simply as he looked at Barbra.

"She can stay John!" Monica said in a raised voice, which startled all of them. Monica sat on the floor and looked over at the other woman again. "Besides, I think after you hear what I have to say, she might be the only person here who doesn't hate me." Monica said, starting to cry softly, and Cynthia moved, sitting next to her and started to hold her but Monica stopped her. "I'm ok Cindy." She sniffled as she spoke, and forced herself to stop crying.

"Monica, we can do this another time, we don't have to do it..." John started to say but Monica interrupted him.

"Yes I do...before I lose...lose what little guts I have left." She told him. "It's just so hard. I love you all so much...I never meant...meant to do what I did, any of it. I'm sorry." Monica cried out, her tears preventing her from talking for a few seconds. "It's just hard to start this..." She said, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

"Try not to interrupt...please, I won't be able...able to take much right now." She told them and the others all found spots on the floor near her, even Barbra, though she sat at the couch behind them. John just nodded at his wife and mouthed an 'ok' at her. Monica sighed again, trying to stop crying completely. After a minute she started talking. "It started when I used to work at Hadder's Accounting firm, which was the last real job I had, you remember. This was...maybe eight years ago?" Monica stated, her eyes closed as she remembered back. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see her family while she told them.

"That was the year that you were so busy at work John...you were working double shifts and we never saw each other. I tried to get you to stop working so much...we argued a lot then, we did other things a lot less then before...a lot less." Monica said, her eyes still closed, but she was talking to him.

"I remember, the arguments...we stopped having sex, if that was what you meant, we..." John started to say.

"Yes! We didn't see each other...I got depressed and I started working more when I could." She continued, almost woodenly...she was fighting to not cry or stop. "All the time at work I would get...would get flirted with, hit on. I always turned them down and didn't worry about them, but it did excite me..." She told them.

"Monica you..." John started to say but she broke him off, loudly.

"Don't! Or I won't go on...I...can't do this forever...please don't." she said with her eyes still closed, tears streaming down her cheeks. He tightened his jaw and remained silent.

"It excited me! But I'd always come home and we would make love...but we didn't anymore, and I was lonely...one day, someone made a pass and...and I didn't...didn't turn him down...oh god! I ended up in a janitor's closet, with a man I didn't even like really and...and we had sex! I'm sorry John, I'm sorry!" She cried out as tears streamed from her closed eyes. John was angry, but his own eyes were rimmed with tears as were Cynthia's. She was feeling her mother's pain more than listening to her story. Barbra was the only truly disinterested party there and even though she felt sorry for the woman, she knew that wasn't the end...her gut told her this was only the beginning.

"Go on Monica." Barbra said quietly, and Monica nodded, still crying. John held his voice, not wanting to interrupt again even though he wanted to.

"At first I hated what I had done...I...I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn't at first. And then we had a lot of arguments and we didn't talk at all, both mad at each other. The guy, David, kept hitting on me...I said no. But after knowing he could...have me, I guess he didn't stop. After two weeks I gave in again this time...this time we went to a hotel at lunch and...and didn't go back." Monica said as she cried harder. Cassidy started to look at her mother in disgust, even though she was trying not to judge her. John felt guilty, remembering that time period of their marriage, but he was angry at what his wife told them. Cynthia was crying fairly badly and at times not listening to her mother. Cassidy moved closer to her and held her.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, god I'm sorry! But it gets worse, oh god!" Monica told them and opened her eyes to look at them, seeing the faces she had expected. But she left her eyes open, feeling that she should now endure their disgust at what she had to tell them. "David...he and I, continued to meet like that, whenever we could and...and I found out that he had started...oh god...started talking about me to others...men...at work. I...they all started...started hitting on me and...and I...didn't turn them down after awhile." Monica said as she sobbed, and the others were all stunned.

John was breathing hard and very pale, at the thought of her being with many men. Cynthia was sobbing worse than her mother and Cassidy was looking at her mother with disgust. Even Barbra was stunned at the admission, and she was appalled, but she was also a bit...envious? She couldn't describe the feeling, not sure if she wanted to. She wanted to hear the rest and saw that the others were too wrapped up to help Monica, so she got up and sat beside her and held her. Monica leaned on her and sobbed, not caring who was holding her up, just that someone was there. Barbra's presence goaded John into talking.

"Monica...how many?" John asked, feeling ill and trying not to vomit. Monica still sobbed against Barbra. "HOW MANY!" John shouted at her, and Monica jumped in Barbra's arms...all of them did in fact at John's shout.

"I don't know...I can't remember!" Monica said as she raised her own voice as she looked at him.

"Monica, how many?" John said in a cold voice, which promised violence if she didn't answer him. Barbra looked at him in astonishment. 

"I don't know John...eight, nine...maybe ten." Monica told him as she cried, looking at him in some spark of anger after the way he talked to her. "I'm sorry." She said pitifully. 

"Jesus Christ!" was all he could say as he looked away from her...he had too or he might get violent. "Is that it?" he growled out as he shook his head.

"No." Monica said meekly, and tried to stop sobbing to finish, before he lost his temper again. "I didn't mean for any of it to happen John I..." Monica started to say.

"Finish it!" he growled out, not looking at her. Cassidy and Cynthia looked afraid now; they had never seen their father like this. He saw their faces...their fear and it was like a splash of cold water. He sighed as Monica sobbed and glanced back at her. "Monica...finish it." He told her softly, drained of anger now, he sounded tired. Monica nodded, but it was a few minutes before she continued.

"I was the office slut...the office whore!" she started again and stopped and looked at her eldest daughter. "Cassidy I'm sorry I said that too you, I never meant it, I...I was just afraid...I didn't want you doing...I'm sorry." Monica told her, but had to look away from her daughter's face and her anger. "I'm sorry. But that doesn't change it. They used me like...garbage. They set up...orgies...for me and...oh god...the other women, knew...they knew, most of them anyway, and they, treated me like a whore, and I felt like one. During that time...I had...I had, two...two abortions." Monica sobbed quietly as she tried to talk. Cynthia after the last few minutes of what she heard, started gagging. 

"Cindy come on get...Jesus!" Cassidy said as she quickly helped her sister up and into the kitchen before Cynthia started vomiting on the kitchen floor. Cassidy held her sister up as she heaved several times; vomiting up everything she had to eat that day, which thankfully wasn't much. Cassidy didn't look down, but held her sister's hair from her face as she was sick, and after she stopped, rubbed her back. John sighed as he stood in the living room, having gotten up seconds before when she started throwing up.

"Cassidy can you take her to the bathroom and clean her up, maybe put her in bed...I'll clean this up." He told his daughter as she took her sister out of the kitchen and through the parent's bedroom to the hall. John didn't look at his wife as he passed her, but did glance at Barbra as she held her. It took John about ten minutes to clean his daughter's throw up off the floor and rinse it enough for him to stop. He was doing some thinking near the end as he finished and was washing his hands at the sink; he knew he had to ask Monica something important, something about someone he now worked with.

"Monica, when you were...when this was going on, do you remember everyone you...you had sex with?" John asked her as calmly as he could. He saw Barbra look back at him.

"John...god...why do you want to know that? But yes...I do...I do remember." She said, and answered him, figuring he would yell if she didn't.

"Was Harry Blunt one of them...he was working at your firm at that time." He asked her. Harry was now working with John and they were golfing buddies...had been for years, ever since he worked at her old firm. She was silent for far too long and he knew, even before she did finally speak. 

"Yes, he was." She said quietly.

"SON OF A BITCH!" John screamed out, standing at the sink, clenching his fists. "Monica...why didn't you tell me about him...he was my friend...I repeat...WAS!" John said to her and she cried softly.

"I broke it off with him the same time I did with the others John...I never let him touch me after I quit the firm. He still tried to get with me but I never let him!" Monica said as she cried.

"You still didn't answer me...why didn't you tell me about him, even if you didn't tell me about...everything." He asked her quietly, having moved closer to her.

"John, I couldn't...I couldn't." She muttered out as she sobbed again. Barbra looked at him and shook her head for him to stop.

"Shit!" he said loudly as he sat a half a dozen feet away from them. "If you have anything more to say Monica, finish it...the girls are going to be gone a while. I'll...I'll tell them later if they need to know anything." He told her, trying to get done with the whole affair so that he could take a bath or something...feel clean again. An affair he could have handled, but this...

"That was mostly it...One of the women there, took pity on me and actually talked too me. She convinced me to come with her to church with her, I did. I didn't go back for awhile, but I did go, and I started talking to Steve...Reverend Granger..." Monica said, but Barbra butted in.

"Steve...just Steve, will do." Barbra told her softly and Monica nodded.

"Steve helped, he listened to what I told you...he was sickened too, but he took me in and...I don't know I felt sort of whole again. But I see now that I was just running away before, and I guess I was just running away again at church. I don't know. I'm sorry John, I am. I know everything is my fault in some way or another, and I'm sorry I did this..." She muttered as she cried.

"Oh god dammit Monica, shut up! Please just stop the damn 'sorrys' for Christ's sake." John said quietly but forcefully. She looked up at him and he just shook his head and left the room, headed for the hallway. Monica was silent, as was Barbra as they sat there together. Monica continued crying, until about fifteen minutes later she drifted off to sleep. At which point, Barbra roused her and helped her stand up, walking her into her bedroom. Barbra even pulled the covers about her.

"Thank you." Monica said softly, but Barbra shook her head.

"Don't thank me." Barbra said as she left the room and closed the door. Monica looked at the door, feeling exhausted but tried to remain awake. She wondered what the others were doing now...if Cynthia was ok. She started crying softly as she remembered the faces on her family...revulsion, anger, even pity. They mirrored her own soul and how she felt about herself, and had for a long time. Her plunge into religion was just a band-aid solution, so she could feel better about herself while still hiding the truth. Steve had been right; she should have told her family years ago. Even if she had gotten a divorce, at least it would have been honest, instead of the lie she had built around herself during the years. She wasn't pious...she was a lying whore, who not only drove her family apart, but down a road that she herself had followed. She continued to wallow in her self-pitying thoughts until sleep stole over her.

"Monica wake up." Monica heard through the fogginess of sleep. She then felt herself being shaken softly, and she opened her eyes. Barbra stood above her, and Monica noticed it was almost dark, only a faint glimmer of light came through the bedroom windows.

"It's late. It's almost supper time, are you hungry or thirsty?" Barbra asked her. Monica thought for a second, she was hungry, but she didn't want to eat, her emotions still a jumble and she thought that if she ate, she would only throw it back up. She shook her head at Barbra. Barbra reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, and she sat down on the edge of the bed beside Monica.

"Where are the others, are they eating?" Monica asked her, thinking they were having supper. Barbra just looked at her.

"I have some things to tell you and you have to listen, because I really don't want to repeat myself if I don't have too Monica. Do you think you can not ask any questions while I talk?" Barbra asked her and Monica nodded in confusion. "Your family and I have been talking the past few hours while you slept and they have decided on some things. John wanted me to tell you first that if you do want a divorce, he will give you one. You and he will split everything fifty-fifty, and you both go your separate ways, separate lives and probably not seeing each other again, at least not much after everything is final. IF...that is what you want?" Barbra told her and Monica had started crying a minute ago.

"I know this is upsetting Monica but you need to try and listen, it's important. He's leaving it up to you to decide, but he told me that once you decide and things are set in motion for a divorce, he won't go back and change his mind." Barbra told her quietly, speaking matter of flatly to Monica as she lay there, crying.

"Where is he, are the girls here in the house..." Monica started to say as she started to sit up, but Barbra gently held her back.

"They don't want to see you yet Monica, at least not John and Cassidy. You need to let me finish talking then you have a decision to make, a big one." Barbra told her but Monica still struggled to sit up and Barbra stood up and took a step near the door. "John told me to tell you that if you don't let me talk, you two will get a divorce...plain and simple, Monica! Now do you want me to finish or am I leaving, and go tell John you want a divorce?" Barbra told her softly, but firmly. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" Monica cried out quietly, but remained sitting in bed.

"I'm not. John and the girls asked me here to talk to you, they don't want to, not yet." Barbra told her and walked back over and again sat on the bed. She touched Monica's hair, brushing it out of her face. "They don't necessarily want a divorce, but you need to listen to what I need to say, because whether you do or not is, up to you." Barbra told her, almost in a pleading tone. Monica looked at her for a few second and nodded quietly. 

"If you two do get divorced, John said that you can never...I repeat never tell a soul about him and Cassidy, and that as long as you do that, no one else will ever hear from them about the things you have done. But he said that if you tell, a lawyer or anyone, then every business who might hire you will hear about your activities at the firm you worked at. John said he would get affidavits from employees there if he needed to. He also said your family would also get copies of any information of what you did. Your mother, sisters, and your brother...everyone in your family would be told. So John said you really shouldn't say anything to anyone." Barbra told her and Monica was crying, but she gave Barbra an almost hateful look. 

"He also told me that if you guys get a divorce, you will never see Cassidy or him again if he could help it. Cynthia he said, could choose to go with you or him, it was up to her since she's now eighteen. Also John is selling the house, divorce or not, he isn't living here and he is going to move and get a new job. He said he didn't want to stay in a city that had so many bad memories." Barbra said and looked like she was thinking about what she was asked to say. "Now if you do want to stay married, John gave me a list of conditions that you would have to follow, or otherwise you two would then get a divorce and...well I already told you that part." Barbra told her and Monica looked at her in disbelief as she pulled out a piece of paper, and opened it. "Here are the conditions." Barbra said as she held up the paper...the list, to read.

"One. When you go out in public or any where out of the house, you are John's wife. He and the girls will treat you respectfully and with as much show of love that they can. They wanted to tell me that you will not be shamed, unless you talk about the situation with others. But while at home alone...just the family, that is, you will not be considered John's wife, nor will you act as mother to the girls." Barbra said and Monica gasped aloud.

"I'm their mother!" Monica said in disbelief, but Barbra shook her head.

"Not too Cassidy, and Cynthia...well she wanted to talk to you herself later. Please let me finish Monica." Barbra said and Monica looked at her in disbelief. 

"Two. While alone with them at the house, you will address John as Master and the girls and me as Mistress, and you will be addressed as slave not as Monica or mother..." Barbra was saying.

"What! They want me as a slave? Am I supposed to be shackled or whipped?" Monica said, chuckling in disbelief at what she was hearing. "And are you moving in with them...I heard you mentioned?" Monica asked her, but Barbra just looked at her.

"I promise if you let me finish, more will be explained Monica." Barbra told her quietly.

"Fine...finish!" Monica shook her head, unable to understand what was going on. She was crying softly, but she was also angry that the others would suggest she be a slave.

"They thought that since you had so little respect for yourself that you should be treated that way. That maybe by starting this way, you could earn your respect back from them, but more importantly from yourself. You seem to have little regard for your own self, that you let a bunch of garbage bagged shitholes treat you like filth and a whore." Barbra told her sternly, but softly and Monica looked at her in anger, but which quickly turned to anguish and she started sobbing again, her body shaking as she did. She didn't even mind when she felt the other woman's touch as she moved closer and held her.

"They still love you; you hurt them badly, but no where as much as you hurt yourself. Honestly, John is offering you a beginning, for all of you. Trust me we argued for along time and Cynthia came up with some of these ideas. She loves you too much to just let anyone treat you like shit." Barbra said, softly stroking Monica's hair as she cried. "Yes, I'm going with John and the girls, no matter if you get a divorce or not. And if you want, if you feel sorry you stayed with him...them...us, then you can get a divorce then. You wont be a true slave...it's complicated and I'm sure things will have to be adjusted." Barbra said, trying to explain to her. Monica looked at her, still crying though not as bad as she had been.




Have Faith... Ch. 07



"They just aren't going to let you stay in the marriage and the house unless there are some changes, some of which you certainly won't like. If you stay, you have to do as they tell you or the deal is off, and you get a divorce. But even then, as long as you remain silent, they will treat you respectfully in the divorce. Basically, if you tell on them, they tell on you. And before you might ask, Steve and I will be getting a divorce. Which reminds me..." Barbra said as she waited for Monica too look at her.

"If you do want to stay with John and the kids, you have to go and tell Steve that what you told him was a lie, that you made it all up to have sex with him." Barbra told her and Monica gasped out, incredulous of what she heard.

"He'll hate me forever...I did see you three having sex, it wasn't a lie..." Monica ranted out, and Barbra nodded to her. 

"I know it was, but I want Steve to think you lied, otherwise he might ask questions of the situation, and cause problems later." Barbra told her. Monica looked at her, her mouth agape at what Barbra was asking her.

"I don't think I can do it." Monica told her as she sat up, as did Barbra.

"Ok, well if that's your decision, I'll tell John you want a divorce then." Barbra said as she stood up and walked to the door. 

"Ahhhhh! Wait!" Monica screamed, trying to stop her. Barbra stopped at the door and looked at her. "Let me think about it please!" Monica told her and Barbra nodded. 

"John said you have until ten tonight to decide...about four hours or so. He wanted you to stay in here until you do, so if you want anything to eat or drink, I can get it for you. Just knock on the door if you want me. You can get dressed and leave though, you're not a prisoner, but he said that if you leave this room before giving your decision, that you two would get a divorce and that was it." Barbra told her, and Monica was crying again.

"Why are you doing this too me?" Monica asked as she cried. Barbra turned to look at her.

"I'm not Monica. They wanted me to talk to you because if any of them did, they would be here crying, or yelling at you. John thought I could talk to you without making things even worse. They don't hate you Monica, but they figured I could get the message across to you better without a lot of emotional baggage. Try not to go back to sleep, at least until you give your answer. I'll check on you in a bit and see if you want to eat." Barbra told her and left the room, closing the door behind her. Monica cried yet again, even though her eyes were again very sore and puffy. She sat up as to not to sleep and tried to recall everything that Barbra had told her, still in disbelief at the decision her family was forcing on her.

About an hour later, Barbra stuck her head in from the kitchen and asked her if she was hungry. She told her that she was starving and thought she could eat now. Barbra nodded and smiled at her, saying that she'd bring in some dinner for her and she then disappeared as the door closed. She knew Barbra had told her she wasn't a prisoner, but she certainly felt like one. A few minutes later, the door opened and she saw a tray of food enter the room, but it wasn't Barbra bringing it, it was Cynthia.

"Hey mommy...hungry?" Cynthia asked her as she closed the door behind her with her foot. Monica looked at her in surprise and smiled at her daughter, glad to see her.

"I thought Barbra was my jailor?" Monica asked her jokingly, feeling so much better at the sight of her. Cynthia giggled at her. She placed the tray on the bed, careful not to spill the drink on the tray.

"Well I thought you could use some time off for good behavior." Cynthia told her playfully with a grin, but the words had the opposite effect and Monica frowned at her daughter. 

"Except I haven't been good with my behavior. I'm sorry that you had to hear what..." Monica started to tell her as she started crying. Cynthia shushed her as she leaned forward, almost tipping the tray, as she embracing her mother.

"Mommy no...stop!" Cynthia told her mother, her own tears starting as she held Monica. After a minute she leaned back and looked at her mother. "It's in the past mommy, we have to move on. If you keep dwelling on it, it will just keep destroying you and the family." Cynthia told her, but Monica looked at her incredulously. 

"Cynthia the family is already destroyed! Cassidy and your father are having sex and either I get a divorce and don't see all of you again or I become a slave! So how can it be saved?" Monica asked her in dark bitterness. Cynthia looked at her and shrugged slightly. 

"I don't have all the answers mommy...I'm only eighteen you know. But I know that it won't be saved or survive if you keep beating yourself up or you get a divorce from daddy." Cynthia told her as she looked closely at her mother's face.

"So I'm supposed to be a slave? Is that what you want?" Monica asked her, and Cynthia grinned ever so slightly.

"Not the way it sounds, but...but I sort of suggested it mommy." Cynthia told her in embarrassment. Monica looked at her daughter and didn't know if she should laugh or cry.

"Why? How could you think I would be..." Monica started to ask, but her daughter softly covered her mouth with her fingers. 

"Can I ask you a few questions mom?" Cynthia asked her seriously, her expression catching Monica's attention. Her daughter rarely called her just 'mom'. Monica nodded.

"Daddy has told us in the past that you used to be passionate, incredibly passionate...well not passionate, that you really liked sex with him. Is that true?" Cynthia asked her and Monica hesitated, not wanting to discuss the subject now, but she nodded to her daughter after a few seconds. "He said you were a fiend in bed, that you would tire him out and..." Cynthia said.

"Your father talks too much." Monica said, angry that he would talk to his daughter's about their sex life.

"Maybe mommy, but you admitted in the living room, that it wasn't until you and daddy stopped having sex that you...did what you did. Mom...do you like sex?" Cynthia asked her seriously and Monica shook her head.

"It's sinful Cynthia and should only be between a man and wife after..." Monica spouted out and Cynthia shook her head, again silencing her mother as she had before, with her fingers.

"Mommy, I didn't ask a quote from the bible, I asked you...do you like sex? Please be honest, very honest, think about this. Do you like sex?" Cynthia asked her firmly and simply. Monica started to say no, but she did think about it. How it felt when her and John did make love. How it felt when they were dating. How each touch felt, how each kiss, each caress, stroke...tug...lick. Monica felt her heart starting to race as she thought about doing those things. And she knew again she had been running away, that in hiding in church she had hid from herself. She started to cry at the knowledge that she had deprived herself all these years, punished herself, for doing what she was driven to do. She loved sex. She nodded to her daughter as she started sobbing. 

"I thought so mommy." Cynthia said as she held her mother tightly. "I didn't think Cassidy and I got all these urges just from daddy alone. He likes sex, but not as much as we do." Cynthia spoke aloud, as much for her mother as for herself. Monica cried for another minute, calming down as her daughter held her. She then lifted up and looked at her daughter. 

"I thought you were a virgin, or are you and your father having sex as well?" Monica asked her, in concern.

"No, I'm a virgin mommy, I just want to have sex with daddy." Cynthia told her, blushing slightly, then glanced at her mother and giggled softly. "With you as well mommy." Cynthia confided in her, and Monica gasped.

"I can't say I didn't...I thought you were playing or teasing when before, when you kept insinuating things with me. Cynthia I'm your mother! We can't be doing that together, it's wrong." Monica explained to her, but her daughter shrugged, and looked at her seriously.

"Maybe, but I still want to, and I'm going to with daddy as well, like Cassidy is doing." Cynthia told her, sounding confident to her mother. Monica just looked at her speechlessly, not knowing what else to say. Cynthia then glanced at the tray on the bed and picking it up, placed it on the floor. She then slowly leaned forward and at first Monica looked at her as if to say 'what the hell are you doing', but she didn't withdraw as her daughter leaned even closer and Monica felt her lips touch her own. Monica felt a shiver run through her body, as her daughter lightly kissed her lips, like a soft landing butterfly. Monica shivered yet again when she felt her daughter's finger tips over her neck, lightly pressing as she stroked her mother's skin. 

Cynthia then started moving down off of her lips, lightly kissing her chin, then down the side of her neck, now giving soft licks along her mother's jaw line. Monica gasped breathlessly as her daughter reached her neckline and started down her shoulder and onto the top of her chest. Monica was moaning now, and slowly lying back onto the bed. Cynthia followed her, climbing over her mother's body as she continued the contact with her mother's skin. Monica felt her daughter as she started unbuttoning her shirt. Monica considered stopping her, but all thoughts of that vanished, when she felt her daughter's hand sneak in and cup her bra covered breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric. Monica gasped out loudly as she reached up and grabbed her daughter and pulled her closer. She lowered her mouth and captured her daughter's and kissed her, not lightly, but hard and needful as her tongue flooded her daughter's mouth and Cynthia did the same with her. Cynthia continued to twiddle her nipple through the bra as they kissed, and Monica giving in completely, lowered her own hand and gripped her daughter's small breast through her shirt, in return.

"Move this!" Cynthia muttered out as she broke the kiss and quickly grabbing her mother's bra, pulled down both cups with her hands. Monica gasped out in delight at her daughter's wantonness. Cynthia then leaned over and brought her mouth to one of her mother's nipples and palmed the other one. Monica gasped out very loudly, and gripped her daughter's head as she sucked her nipple and thumbed her other one. Monica was now panting heavily and gasped again when she felt her daughter's other hand pulling up her dress, then cupping her still uncovered pussy.

"Oh Jesus Cynthia!" Monica cried out as she felt two of her daughter's fingers start to enter her. Cynthia grinned and couldn't help herself.

"Finding religion again mommy!" Cynthia mumbled out around her nipple. Monica laughed in lust and looked down at her daughter.

"Just shut up and suck me baby!" Monica laughed out, then gasped again as Cynthia's fingers went deeper into her. "Oh Cindy...this is heaven!" Monica gasped out as she gripped her daughter's head tightly as she sucked her nipple. She groaned when her daughter stopped, but looked down at her when she felt her moving on the bed. Monica gasped and opened her legs as she watched her daughter settle between them, and felt Cynthia's shoulders on her thighs. She was watching as her daughter leaned in and started licking her now wet slit. Monica bucked against the bed as her daughter's tongue penetrated her pussy lips and went deep into her. Her hands again gripped her daughter's bobbing head as she licked her mother. Monica was extremely close to orgasm and was starting to gasp loudly. When her daughter started thumbing her clit, Monica was pushed over the edge and started screaming out as she came.

"AAHHHHH YYEESSSS...YYEESSSS!" Monica shouted loudly, all the frustration and bottled sexual repression from the past day boiling forth as she came, bucking against her daughter's licking tongue. "Cindy...god...Cindy!" Monica gasped out as her head tossed back and forth as waves of pleasure crashed through her. A quarter minute later, Monica gave one final shudder and collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp, but her hand still slowly rubbed through her daughter's hair as she continued to lick her mother, though much slower now. A minute later, Cynthia stopped altogether and she moved to lie on top of her mother. When she moved to kiss her mother, Monica didn't hesitate to not only accept it, but leaned up to meet her. Monica could taste her own juices in her daughter's mouth and a few seconds later after they broke apart, Monica held her daughter's head as she licked her face clean. Cynthia started to giggle. Finally Monica let her go, grinning, and Cynthia moved to lie beside her mother. Monica sighed deeply.

"Cynthia that was wonderful...but we really shouldn't have done it." Monica said as she looked over at her daughter. Cynthia was still smiling at her, but she did notice that her mother seemed to have an on and off switch and she thought she had just seen it flip.

"Did you like it? Did it feel good?" Cynthia asked her simply, trying to understand her mother. Monica nodded.

"Yes Cynthia, but just because it felt good doesn't mean..." Monica started to tell her.

"Did you hurt me, or did I hurt you? It felt good and we both love each other right, so why is it so bad?" Cynthia asked her and Monica looked at a loss for a few seconds.

"It's against the Bible and the law." Monica said, her words feeling hollow to her own ears. She saw they didn't make a dent in her daughter.

"Words on some old paper and what they don't know can't hurt them or us." Cynthia told her simply, and Monica laughed beside herself, part of her agreeing with her daughter. She then laughed again, but differently this time and looked at her daughter.

"Why don't you and I just run away together and live in sin?" Monica said jokingly, not even partly meaning it, but she was feeling silly and giddy after the orgasm and her mood was lighter then it had been for along time. Cynthia giggled for a few seconds, but then looked at her mother with a grin.

"Because, we both love daddy and Cassidy and we would both miss them. You don't want to get a divorce do you mommy?" Cynthia asked her seriously now. The reminder caused Monica's eyes to tear up again and she shook her head.

"No I don't Cindy, but...am I honestly suppose to be a slave to you guys? And I can't call you my daughter?" Monica asked her, and Cynthia gave her a lopsided grin.

"That one was Cassidy's contribution; you'll always be my mother. She's just mad is all. You hurt her pretty bad you know." Cynthia told her seriously, and softly. "But I thought you would make a good slave, we could make you get off your holy mountain that way." Cynthia told her playfully, but with a serious undertone, that told Monica that is what they thought of her.

"Was I that bad?" Monica asked her as she winced. Her daughter, nodded.

"Yes, but it's in the past now mom...if you want it too be? I don't want to have to choose between you and daddy...too be honest, I don't know how I would choose. I will always love you so much, but I love daddy just as much! Please don't make me choose!" Cynthia told her as she started crying and leaned her head onto her mother's chest. "That's why I came in here...to tell you that." Cynthia said as tears pooled under her cheek and rolled down her mother's side. Monica laughed, and she looked up at her.

"And here I thought it was because you wanted to seduce me!" Monica said as she laughed, and Cynthia joined her, laying her head back down.

"Naw, that was just a bonus...just a bonus." Cynthia said as she lay there on her mother and smiled now, sighing in contentment at the contact, hearing her mother's beating heart below her. She heard her mother sigh deeply. 

"I don't want to make you choose then. I'll stay...no divorce." Monica told her and Cynthia looked up at her and gave her a huge smile, and again hugged her tightly. Monica laughed at her daughter, and then stopped. "Just please tell me that I won't have to wear chains..." Monica told her and they both started laughing.